I read over the note again, lost as to why I’d not gotten a reply. Feeling a bit disappointed, I grabbed the items and headed to the bathroom to do...my next task.As I set about putting everything in place, I started to wonder why I was even bothering doing any of this. I’d done everything so far that had been asked of me, when my own two simple questions had gone unanswered. I know that they’d said in the letter that they may not reply, but still… why have me ask a question if you have no. I pulled away, and she said, "Be patient." I began to finger her again, and she asked, "Where would you like to cum?" I said, "On your boobs." She smiled and said, "Hmm..I would have thought you would have liked to shoot all over my smooth slip." I told her I would have to do something very soon, and she again pushed her breasts together. I rubbed my penis between them as I watched her stare at it. "Give it to me!!." she exclaimed, and I explode onto her cleavage, her neck, her chin, and on one. Terry moved to the foot of the table and applied gentle pressure to the pressure points of Denise’s feet. Denise flinched then giggled, “I’m sorry, I’m just extremely ticklish on my feet.”“No problem,” Terry enjoyed hearing her giggle and provoked another from her before moving up her ankles then to her calves. Terry began to realize how very turned on she was becoming by her client; from the softness of her skin to the shapely curves of her legs as they led up to her round ass covered by the. Brian and Lance checked public records, then DEA database files, but found nowhere that Fernando had given any testimony against the cartel. An inquiry to the New Orleans Police Department Narcotics Division, brought no answers, but did bring a lot of questions about "who wanted to know and why?" Thus it was apparent that Cali and Ibrahim were not to be investigated. Someone had been or was being paid off.When word of the cell in Houston being blown up reached Cali and Ibrahim, they had put on.