I could not remain lying on the bed. I was restless, I was aroused but the climax of orgasm eluded me. I knew that I needed somebody who could fuck me...at that hour but I did not know how to find a person at one A.M. who could fuck me. I realised that I would not get sleep unless I had somebody in my bed. I longed for the warmth of a body to hug and kiss me, a tongue to explore my mouth, a hard dick to penetrate my pussy. I tried to call some of my friends to my home so that I could sleep with. It was difficult but I finally had my whole hand in my pussy to my wrist. It felt so good, I could feel my knuckles brushing against my g-spot. The guy was still watching, and I noticed that he had actually pulled his cock out of his pants and was gently stroking it under the table. This got my pussy so wet that I went flying into my second orgasm, actually moaning out loud, now not caring if anybody saw or cared. I took my other hand and slid a finger into my little brown pucker, slowly. I went through the lists again with Angela to translate those entries in Estonian, Russian and German. The likely picture that emerged was of a core of individuals at the centre of the plot with a lot of others who had been suborned to look the other way or otherwise collude with the schemers. Some probably didn't even know what they were involved in. A minor official on a border post somewhere paid $5000 to look the other way when certain lorries passed. He probably thought it was contraband. For one good reason: he is huge. Over 7 feet tall and nearly as wide, big hands and made of muscles. His skin is a dark chocolate, smooth but also intimidating. Nonetheless, he keeps to himself mostly. Picks no fights with anyone and so, no one is dumb enough to pick a fight with him.Except this one. Before their guard is back, Brutus has Gunger and his goonies on the ground and groaning with broken bones. He helps Agnes up and takes off his shirt, giving it to her to cover up.“I don’t know how.