Da der Chauffeur der deutschen Botschaft seit Jahren ein regelmäßiges Einkommen von der Balkan Gang bezog war alles weitere ein Kinderspiel. Ein wei...erer Handlanger arbeitete das Wochenende als Kellner im Regierungspalast und versorgte die Balkan Gang mit weiteren wichtigen Informationen."Alles läuft nach Plan!", verkündete er per Handy. "Die beiden Töchter sind hier und werden sich zwischen 22 und 23 Uhr auf den Heimweg machen, während der Botschafter und seine Frau noch länger bleiben. She reached out one long, tapered black finger and ran it down Laura's cheek, a caress of infinite tenderness, a quality Yvette showed seldom.Laura smiled. "You shouldn't have made her mad," she murmured. "She has influence."Yvette's eyes had gone a little glassy. Laura recognized the look. Yvette was overcome by sexual desire. First getting heated up by Rhonda, then spurning her and coming over to Laura, all that had aroused her wildly. Both of them wanted her fiercely. How could she not feel. "How was it being with Shane, after all these years of build-up?" "Sooo good," she purred, wiggling her hips on my lap. "Shane tied me up, and blindfolded me, and teased me so bad I wanted to scream." "I teased YOU?" I laughed. "What about that see-through nightie you wore to bed? You looked so sexy I couldn't even remember my own name." "Aww, thanks." Tracy pressed her soft, pouty lips to mine. Instinctively, I cupped her breast in my hand and trailed kisses down her neck. Tracy turned to. The Doberman stood stiff-legged, his prick looming out under his panting belly, his head cocked to one side.Molly began to crawl toward the Doberman on her hands and knees, licking her lips, gazing at his pulsing cockhead in happy expectation. It was, she promised herself, the last dog prick that she would ever suck, but she intended to enjoy it.It didn't occur to the horny girl that, by crawling across the floor away from the boxer, on her hands and knees, she had assumed the pose of a bitch.