That makes you a trafficker. Now let me tell you this. I don't for a minute believe that was white liquor. The volume was too low for that size envelo...e." I was waiting for him to come clean. "So what was in the bag?" What is the policy about pot," Simon asked."Pretty much the same as white liquor. We leave that shit to somebody else. So you are dealing pot?" I asked. It was getting a little worse, but that really wasn't much weight he had delivered. It was felony weight I was sure but still. His cock throbbing with need. “I want to suck you.” I tell him. He smiles and goes and sits down on one of the couches. I walk over to him and get on my knees in between his legs. I grab his cock and lick the underside from the base to his tip. I swirl my tongue around his head, tasting his sweet and salty precum and I start sucking and licking his cock like it’s an ice-cream cone and it’s a 95-degree summer day. Meaning I’m doing the best I can to make this the best blowjob he’s ever had. He. Which you are now, seeing as that debt is paid.”Angel was quiet.“Let’s talk about what happened.”She swallowed hard, waiting for him to ask.“Start with Bishop. Why did you mouth off?”With her head still bowed, Angel recalled the stand off she had with him. She knew she shouldn’t say too much, but was careful to give Rich the information and details he needed. “Riggs said Bishop took an interest in Brynn.”Angel nodded.“So you were protecting my assets.”Angel was silent, her head still. She was still fucking hot. The round full breasts puddled out, the tapering wait, the wide hips.The cum dripping out from her pussy Please, not in here I tried saying, begining to get up off the bed. Bill got up on the bed and slip around behind me, pulling my back onto his chest as he lay back so that I was reclining against him. Only now did I get a chance to look at him as he past. He had short braided hair, mini-dreadlocks as it were and an adorable babyface youd think wouldnt melt butter.