"You know you won't get away this; they'll hunt you down and kill you," she hissed at Ray; referring to the Kansas City crime syndicate, the Civella F...mily, who laundered their money through the Litton Farmer's Bank.Out of earshot of her two co-workers she was confident she could talk about the bank's money laundering racket and try to intimidate the bank robbers.Ray reacted angrily and pushed Michele Bouvier up against the wall pressing his body against hers and pushed his gun into her ribs.. Holding the massive mammary as high as I could, I leaned down for a closer look. Fortunately, it apparently hadn't been there long enough to cause a pressure ulcer.She grinned up at me, showing her single remaining tooth, as I mashed those fleshy behemoths together and slid my dick between them. My rapidly cooling shit provided plenty of lubrication as I slid in and out of her fun canyon, doing my best to ignore the slight burning sensation.After a few fun-filled, squishy minutes, she groaned. " agreed Pamela. She guessed that sounded right. After all, it was her job."Oh, thank you, Pamela. You are such a good parole officer. You help me stay off drugs by smoking them for me. You should hurry before I give in and smoke it myself." Yes..." said Pamela. "Hurry..."Chepe brought out a bong from his closet and a large bag of green matter. He packed the bud into the bowl and lit it. He slipped the mouthpiece between her lips and she toked deeply and held it, staring fascinated into the. She also worried a little about becoming pregnant, so when they were finished with the sex, she had gone to Ray's bathroom and tried to clean up and had done her best to squirt a bit of water inside her pussy, to flush out as much cum as she could.But as she got dressed, she was still a little sweaty, and her red hair was limp and stringy when she pulled on her tight jeans and tied the little halter back in place before she left. The jeans were still wet and sticky in the crotch, from her.