"How long do I have to set it up?" she asked."Not long, you know I can't tell you any more," I said."Okay let's start by suing his ass for 100 million...dollars. Take whatever is obviously valuable and we will see if we can find a way to make it a bounty if nothing else. Set a president for people to attack the cartels. Not many would have the courage, but a few might."Jen's mind was running wild. "Do what you have to, if it doesn't work, we can always drop it in the deepest part of the ocean." I. You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?” I whimpered as I stared up into his eyes, unable to look away, hypnotised by his intensity and the power of his words. I now knew why fauna became road kill statistics. I was acutely aware of the vested interest our audience had in watching this drama unfold before them in living colour and I squirmed in his grip with burgeoning lust and embarrassment. “Please. Don’t do this, Grant,” I whispered desperately but he kept talking, his voice washing. She stood totally naked in front of him and he rose up on his elbows, gaping in astonishment, too stunned to say a word.‘Now, Milano, just watch, don’t you dare move,’ she warned him as she let her hands wander down her body, lifting and cupping her marvel-ous breasts and squeezing them enticingly together, and then smoothing herself caressingly over her slightly rounded belly and her delicately full hips until she brushed her hands enticingly over her pubic hair, her thighs parted a few. And as if drawn by some invisible lovely scent, he drifts off in the direction of the wayward trail of Latin beauties, on their way to the pool side.He stood at the entrance to the pool. Before his eyes were countless Latina angels dressed in tantalizingly sparse swimwear, glittering and sparkling with wet bodies, singing a chorus of care-free nymph-like laughter, prancing about as if Mike had stumbled upon a secret paradise hidden away from the world that he had discovered, for himself, a.