I could wait no longer. Neither could Katherine.Her eyes begged me to do it, to do what she had dreamt of.I pushed away from her and slid down her bod..., taking a moment to stare at her messy cunt. It looked perfect; sexy and desirable. Filthy and used. It was deliciously perfect.Sapid, musky, bitter and sweet at the same time. I licked her crack, sweeping a mouthful of cum onto my tongue and raised my head to look at her; so she could see me. I showed her the mess in my mouth and swallowed:. Last on the list proved to be good. A few cars parked and one or two empty which meant others must be about.Parked and walked into the trees and as I climbed the embankment up higher into the trees I saw a car door open and someone follow. Excellent and now to be found. No more than a few yards further on came across some fool on a mountain bike. Either a challenging ride or the most unusual way of looking for sex. Anyway didn't want to chance so skirted round and followed the path in the. I also discovered we had two more ‘welcoming’ committees waiting for us, if these clowns failed to get us or call in.One would be just south of Atlanta and another, just south of Chattanooga, both on I-75, waiting to spot our U-Haul as we passed by certain rest areas. They had our license plate number and everything. Somebody had been watching us ever since we docked. I had to wonder how they knew we weren’t going back to Miami with the yacht...I summoned Dad to tell him about our latest. " What happens?" They used to call it extraordinary rendition," he explained, "back in the 2000's when only the CIA did it. Then it became regular old rendition, and then when some Bureau guys started doing it, it became 'private arrests.' It's still officially frowned on, but everyone looks the other way." So we go after the doll," I said."The doll?" Andy asked."You said she goes jogging in this park, right?" I asked. "Every afternoon?" Yeah, usually late," he said. "So what?" So if we snatch.