I found the key in the nightstand and opened the trunk to find it full of women's clothes, porn tapes, and a few dildos. All the porn tapes were shema...e and I was instantly aroused. The pictures on the back of all of them were of men blowing shemales and shemales fucking guys in the ass. I started watching one and I was hooked! But I wanted to be like the shemale tops." It became a regular thing. I always got home from school a couple of hours before Lenny would get home from work. I would. Instead a woman with chestnut hair was minding the house. She seemed to be expecting him. When he came in she took his coat and his stick and sat him at the table. The little house was full of a warm, achingly familiar scent, and Peter realized it was the smell of baking bread. His stomach growled."Where’s Buchard?" he said."Away for a day, maybe two," said the woman. "I'm watching things while he's gone." You're Maren?" Yes." She was making the bread straight on the hot embers of the fire and. The sound remained. Skin on skin. Lips on lips. Their shaky breaths. “If you want something from me, make me fucking believe it.” His husky voice almost sent her over the edge. Then the video and sound stopped. “What? No!” She took her fingers out of her pussy, leaving it aching, to hold the cell with both hands. Melinda’s face popped up on the screen, the phone belting out their song. Sarie dropped it, her heart pounding, as Melinda’s hazel eyes staring up at her until the call was sent. Hearing Morgan’s name again brings it to mind.” Luc brought up the file. “Ah, here! A whisper that someone has been looking for disabled mercenaries. Unusual, because a mercenary who has lost a limb or one of his senses typically only finds work again by establishing a reputation for being exceptionally skilled enough to compensate. A general call, though, would pull the ones who got left in the dust out of retirement.”“Allow me to guess. Seeking deaf mercenaries. Like Morgan.”“Indeed. But.