As soon as we have ordered, Mr. Muller tries to start things off, “So what is this all about?”“I’m sorry, Mr. Muller, I have a policy never to...talk business during meal time. I was hoping we could enjoy each other’s company and then discuss business afterwards, over drinks.”Mr. Zang interrupts, “I’m not sure my colleague is used to being pushed around like that. Perhaps you would make an exception?”I could understand not wanting to grant a kid his wish, but there is no need for him to be. His hand pulled mine and I followed with my new entourage into a private back room. Someone’s dick was being thrust between my cheeks and getting hard as marble.“She’s such a hot little slut.” An older man covered in delicious body hair grunted and slapped my ass.Fingers started to go into my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head.“I’ve seen you as a man, too.” A young muscle stud licked my open mouth and spit in it. I trembled and buckled at the knees. “I’d enjoy this either way.”I was down. He was alone with the pretty detective, but they had told him that men were outside the door listening, and she had a panic button she could press at any time if she didn't like what he was doing. She wore a short black dress, lacy bra and panties. She sure was one hot chick. (She was also Fred Sacks's niece.) Nice ass, and she let him do her like a dog. It sure felt great. He panted as he poked into the little woman over and over again. Fucking a cop; imagine that! It would be so easy to shoot. She really needed to go. She could feel the pressure in her bladder. What did this creep want. Scott flashed a white, toothy smile. "Hi," he said smoothly, "we were wondering if we could solicit your opinion on something." He stared into her eyes openly waiting for her response. The rest of the guys quieted down checking her out quickly and then glancing away so as not to distract Lourdes in a negative way. It was important that she felt safe.The seats in the back faced each other, which formed.