"He listened to the caller.“I understand. Right away. I can be there in thirty.”He got his ass up, washed his face, changed and drove the ten mile... to Langley. Along the way, he grabbed the cordless razor from the console and used it. He sprayed on the “shower in a can” he kept in the console for just such an occasion. He made his way through the security gate and into the parking garage.He made his way to sub-level three where his section worked. Steven Baker had been with the CIA domestic. She hated that he'd been proven right.She parked the car across the street. It was an old house, a house much like the one she'd grown up in. She saw the boards across the doors and windows but she wasn't fooled. This was where Calix was. This was the only place he could be. The place where he had lived with Rico's Aunt Lucia. The place where he was going to die.She walked up the dilapidated, decaying front porch, looking carefully at the boards in place over the door. Rico had said that Calix. I bucked my hips forward, meeting her thrusts. I was pretty sure she was comfortable with being buttfucked, so, I threw caution to the wind, grabbing her hips, and slamming my cock into her backdoor, pulling back until I was almost out, then slamming all the way back in. Her moans and groans got louder, and higher-pitched. It sounded like she was going to cum. When I thought she was on the edge of an orgasm, I pulled back, so that only the tip was inside her, waited for a moment, then jammed it. And then she was moaning and crying as he rhythmically milked the soft globe.His other hand stroked the slender back and buttocks of a shorter, younger girl. He jiggled the firm cheeks of her butt. His fingers probed at the juncture of her thighs.He whispered something and she put her hands on his shoulder, leaning against him and spreading her legs wide.While Renee watched, shocked, the Mexican's fingers burrowed into the heavy hair of the girl's crotch and forced the pink lips apart. Then his.