"Liz laughed and I knew this time it was sincere."We told him to go screw," she said. "I mean, we had enough dirt on him that he probably would have s...ent some time in prison. We told him we'd leave him alone so long as he left me alone. It worked. He went away. And he didn't know half the stuff about me that you do." I don't know anything ... damaging ... about you," I said with a shrug. "Even if I did, I would never use it to extort you or hurt you." I know that," she said as she stood. "Let. "Sure and I don't know," he answered, "There's various stories about him. He sounds English but an Arab who works on Dublin Bus and comes in here says his Arabic is perfect also, though he sounds Kobekistani he says, whatever that might be when it's at home. The thing I do know is he's not short of a few bob. He buys drinks like there's no tomorrow, but nice with it, not pushy. And he comes and goes in a Rolls-Royce with a chauffeur. Someone did say he was an oil man who was half English and. ’ The problem is how to obtain evidence that will make these charges stick.”“But, what about what we’ve found on the laptop?” asked Jason.“It’s a start, but the evidence could be suppressed as being tainted since it wasn’t discovered by official investigators using a warrant, nor was the chain of evidence maintained in a way that a good lawyer couldn’t attack. Hawk did as much as possible to maintain that chain, but it’s still very vulnerable to attack. What we need is corroborating evidence. "Oh, thanks... You're incredible..." I panted as she released my cock."Tell the next guy to come in, OK?" The girl told me. Suddenly it dawned on me where I heard that voice before. I grabbed a hold of the sheet and gave it a pull, revealing the girl behind it. "Becky?" I asked in shock."Jason? What the fuck are you doing here?" She responded. I looked down at her. There was a cum stained pillow under her knees, and cum all over the floor and her legs as well."I could ask you that one too." I.