But I immediately turn and head for the dance floor, I grab the tall guy by the arm and pull myself close to his body, I whisper to him meet me in the...toilets, I head off, he follows. I enter the mens toilets straight into the cubicle, this tall guy right behind I sit on the seat, unzip his jeans flops out his cock he is already semi hard, his cock is average nothing great but Im so freaking hot cause this feels so naughty... As I suck, and slobber along his shaft he grabs at my hair, holds my. ’ Just the fact he had addressed me as both jefe and patron meant something was up that was very serious. ‘My son… that is … all of us… except mi pequeña… my little girl Maria are illegal. Maria was born here. The rest of us came to this country when Hector was a little boy. He was three and has no memory of Jalisco… of Mexico.’ ‘Sí su español es horrible’ I replied. Little Hector’s Spanish was not what I would have expected from someone born in Mexico. By the way, I use the term ‘little’ only. But it was useless. The drive was 2 and a half hours. I was bored, horny and frustrated.Finally the limo pulled off the road and into an estate. The mansion was huge. It was still warm out and I saw several people outside working or relaxing in the yard. Most of the people were naked both men and women. Only a few wore anything. All the naked ones were sex slaves I knew.The limo pulled to a stop outside the entrance to the mansion. A man, dressed in a suit, came out to greet us. The driver got. In a frigid voice, she said, “Why is he calling you the Boss? You’re just a rooky detective, or is there something someone forgot to tell me about you, Detective Carmichael?”“Not that I’m aware of Colonel Darcy. Oliver was just joking about the fact I have a bad habit of taking over and that he and the others seemed to do whatever it was that I asked them to do yesterday. Personally, I thought we made an effective team. I’m sorry you’re not happy with me shooting the assassin, but for all I.