Do you all understand me?’ The technicians all nodded. They could see he was one hundred percent serious, on top of that, to the man they agreed wit... everything he had just said. ‘Good, then lets go play a game.’ Chapter Three: Time to Play a Game Fifteen minutes later and Reynolds’ team were ready to go. A feed of all four monitors was being fed to monitors set up in the interrogation room, the techs were already on the case of tracking the source of the videos and Reynolds had managed to get. I smiled. "Private third-class. But my name is Jack." Ok, then welcome home, Jack." Good to be here, my friend. Thanks for the ride."I got out of the cab and grabbed my duffle bag. Still smiling, I walked up to the door and knocked. Almost instantly, a familiar face greeted me."Jacky!!" Hi, mom!"She threw the door back and hugged me hard. She held it for several minutes, but that's to be expected. When she let go, she asked me to come in, and I couldn't say no, especially since I could smell a. " Without a word, I quickly continued down the hallway. As I turned the last corner, I entered into a huge room with a few black men. There must have been a dozen shirtless black men s**ttered around the room, each doing something different. Suddenly, one of the men noticed me out of the corner of his eye. An arrogant smirk appeared on his face as he walked over to me."It's about damn time you losers got here. I've been working up a big load all day!" The rest of the room must have heard this. "Look, I can't, he has to kn--" I didn't even finish my sentence before she was pulling her dress down and offering me a deal: her body for my silence. Now, in hindsight, it was a horrible mistake and maybe saying nothing was a bad idea, because she took it as acceptance and dropped to her knees once more. I watched in stunned silence as Shannon, the woman marrying my best friend, unclasped my belt, pulled down my jeans, and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.She stroked my cock as I.