" He pumped three shots into his head.Margaret moved taking the gun from the dead hand, then the cell, tossingit to Jason. He looked at the number. "G...t it to the office, they'lltrack that." Two agents came in guns drawn, Margaret called out, "Codefour, one mole," and they shouldered their weapons seeing Spears.She bagged the phone, handing it to one agent. "Call me," and had theother call a cleaning crew, no one would know.... yet.Jason walked Margaret out, they hit the other room, finding the. She pushed open his door and surveyed the disorganised chaos that lay before her. The enormity of the task that lay before her threatened to turn her away, but she needed to know.Resisting the urge to start opening drawers and rummaging at random, she forced herself to think about it logically.Kicking toys, magazines and clothes every which way, she cleared a path closer to the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed she studied her surroundings and spoke quietly to herself."They won't be in a. I can also tell there are a hell of lot of guys here at the gym that get off on the other muscle monsters too. This “checking each other out” and “encouragement by the spotter/buddy” is one hell of excuse to feast your eyes on growing, hard, hot muscle. All this can be accompanied by some awesome eye candy of cock and ball tightly stuffed arrangements. A bulging pouch, workout gear, or some other absolutely killer masculine, sexually arousing piece of cloth – it makes no difference – it’s the. I already knew Fred; the other black guy was Samuel and the blonde one was Michael.We all shook hands and I said: "I hope you are showing Ana a good time".Fred laughed and said my wife had worn out them at the dance floor.I then looked to Ana, telling her I would be sitting at the bar…Alone at my own table, far from them, I put in the earpiece for the microphone planted in Ana’s purse. I could hear them saying I seemed like a nice guy and maybe I would not suspect anything going on between.