By the way, can you give me any additional background information?”“His name is Frederico Mendoza, but he’s usually called Sonny. His wife’s n...me is Angelica and they’ve two teenage sons, Carlos and Raùl. Sonny served in the Marines and spent twelve years undercover as part of the Orange County Drug Task Force. That’s all I’ve got listed, but I’m sure he can add a lot to that.”“What about housing for them?”“If you hire him we’ll expand the Lopez compound. I’m sure they have some relative that. She slipped those on too. "That it?" She asked. "It needs something else." I suggested. "Can I take a look through your wardrobe?" "Like you never have before?" She laughed. "Go on then." I flipped through the clothes hanging up in her closet, pulling out one or two for a closer look, before shaking my head and putting them back. I turned around to Chelle. "Is there anything else?" I asked. "You've got some nice short skirts, but none of them seem...well, short enough." "Try the suitcase on. The doors of the hotel lift glided open, we grinned at each other as we pulled our clothing straight to look presentable. My stiletto heels clicked on the wooden floor along the beautifully lit corridor, our hands intertwined. The fresh smell of the lilies in the oversized vases filled my nostrils, as I hurried along behind him. Our hotel room was last door on the left. He took the room key from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, dangling it in front of me. His other hand holding mine, our. “Is that feeling and better sir?” she meekly asked him, as her ample tits were kneaded between the old man’s hands.“Hmmm.” said Johnston, “I think I’m feeling something…”at this point Dr. Smith interrupted. “But what about my hands? They feel a bit strange too.”“Interesting,” Dr. Stone interjected. “maybe her arse could help? Actually my hands are feeling rather tingly… maybe Patricia could help me too?”“But I… I think…” But it was too late. She felt another two pairs of hands under her skirt,.