Her hair was in a nice short bob which made her look a couple of years younger and her clothes were expensive. Her legs were tanned like shed recently...come back from sunning herself and she wore a pair of white expensive heels. When she finished with her customer she walked towards the desk. Hi was all she said as she popped behind the desk and pushed herself past the curtain that hung hiding the backroom and kitchen/toilet facilities. She still liked to wear low cut dresses and the one she had. "Maybe you should go get me a pair of your socks," I said."Like anyone's going to be looking at your ankles! You'll be fine."I slipped the sneakers on, and the three of us were off. There was no doubtabout it, walking around with all that stuff on felt different and weird,but good at the same time. I was definitely aware of the feeling of the brawrapped around my body and the straps going up over my shoulders. Andalthough I couldn't really feel much about the panties, the hose on my legscreated. Fuck it. Santiago didn't want to share the prize money with the other scumbags in his team, and he knew they felt exactly the same way about him.Santiago estimated the speed of the armored vehicle and put a slight lead on the front bumper. He focused on controlling his breathing. He was shooting from an extreme range and needed to be completely stable when he fired. He squeezed the trigger. The rocket motor whooshed to life, and the deadly projectile raced toward the shark's teeth painted on. I saw him pull down Kareem's pants and saw him stroking a flaccid dick. Kareem ordered, treating the male doctor the same belligerent way he treated his female sluts, "Get to it, bitch." I should have said something. I should have done something. It was, after all, my job to protect the doctor. Yet, I stood there in the same awe as the past two encounters. I saw the silhouette of Dr. Rogers, a younger doctor, maybe thirty, take the cock into his mouth. My first reaction was annoyance as I.