Never even heard of it until Pilar...”“It’s amazing, Lina. You should see how soft his eyes get when he ... you know.”Emile Chanson, Bulldog�...s driver, mysterious bodyguard of indeterminate background, gave me a look. I unhooked from Walker’s arm, leaving him at the tender mercies of Vanessa, Lina, Mindy and Pilar.Emile nodded, he’s not the friendliest partygoer, and said, “Tomorrow, 10:15.”That tomorrow is Sunday ... well, never mind. When Bulldog beckons, Winter shows up for duty. On time.. My jeans are soaked through (let alone my panties) and I’m sure he can smell my readiness every time I pass him. He just watches me with hot eyes. His mind imagining…what? God, I’m going to melt into a puddle right here if he doesn’t touch me soon! He enjoys my reaction to him. That control he has over me without saying a word. Letting me stew in my own juices. Until he’s ready to act…As I go to the kitchen to start supper he comes to the door and says, “Don’t bother cooking tonight -. It would be them they try and strike. I know it, they now I know it, and so on and forth. What they don't know is I hired the Ryan Dexter to keep them safe."Ryan smiles. Babysitting an eighteenth birthday party wasn't his usual line of work, but then it should be an easy job. And a million split four ways was their ticket out of Colombia. Ryan looked back at the retired judge leading in the recent polls for President of Colombia. "This is all approved by the money men, right? Wouldn't want you. I was fucking so hard and deep into her I could feel the lips of her uterus slip around the end of my cock. I’d never felt that with my wife and the feeling was so intense I almost came. Clare was going wild. Moaning , her back arched, clinging to me with her legs, trying to get me even deeper inside her. Begging me to “Fuck me harder, harder! Oh fuck! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god fuck meee!” I lost track of how many times she came. I could feel her orgasms, the quivers, the wetness. Oh god.