They didn't want people hitting up the folks going in the Wal-Mart store. They would let the churches in town set up tables and ask for money, but the... refused to allow an old woman like herself to ask people for help on their property."OK," the cop said as he pushed her stuff back into the sack she had been carrying when they stopped her, "I'll going to let you go this time, but don't let me catch you again or I'll see that you get locked up for a few days." He handed her the bag and pointed. Armand pointed at the receiver for the house phone and snapped his fingers; Wench leaped to retrieve it. "Jason, we have a disciplinary problem," Armand announced."Sir." There was a click -- Jason was on his way. In a moment, Consuela arrived with Armand's clothing. The Wench collected it while Armand queried, "Raoul sent you?" A nod. "Get him." Consuela got out of there.Armand signed for the video to be put on hold while this other matter was dealt with; the Wench handled it, juggling clothing. “You are right, baby girl, he is such a sexy man. I much rather be here than at the bank.”That made me smile. “Bank?”“My mama is the assistant branch manager at Puget Sound Savings and Trust,” Melissa said.I filed that little fact away.“Your daughter has done something special for me today,” I said. It had been thirty minutes since I gave my speech. The cops she'd brainwashed had already started showing up in their uniform, armed with their equipment. Many of them were standing around the. “Push it into your pussy, fuck both holes,” and she began straining with the pleasure. “Enough, I want to make you cum now,” and he pulled her hand away, her fingers sticky from the gel.“I’m ready, my lover, but go slow, please, at first, go slow,” and she gripped the sheets above her head. He straddled her, his cock pushing into her dripping pussy, surprising her. “Sandro, no, please,” and as finding its target as if by scent, on the next thrust he slipped from her and she moaned as she felt.