“Thanks. Now, Claire I only have a few questions for you today, then we’ll get you back home so you can enjoy the rest of your Sunday afternoon. O...ay?”“I’ll answer what I can,” said Claire, “but since I still don’t know what this is concerning, I can’t make any promises.”“I understand,” the man said. “Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Joseph Reid. I’m a Special Agent with the Department of Homeland Security...”“Is this about the Shoreline Mall shooting?” Claire said. “Because if it. Her feet and tits were incredibly sore by the time she got to her owners home. As she walked down his driveway she noticed His car was gone. She had no idea where he was or when he'd be back. He almost never told her where he was going. Not that he had any obligation to check with her. Usually if he did make a comment it was something about going to fuck another bitch, and stated mainly for the purpose of degrading her. But usually he said nothing at all, coming and going as he pleased. In the. Did I mention that this was MUCH nicer than the cold?I moaned quietly. Apparently, this was some sort of cue, because the leg massage was stopped and FOUR hands were felt on my stomach, and these were also encased in fur. The towel must have been misplaced - if I even bothered to think about it. A Latin voice at my ear whispered, "This is reasonable yes?" It was maybe Rudy, who the hell cared anyway?I just moaned a little and nodded. They were rubbing - teasing really - everywhere. Inside of my. "And he is also president of Stachdt Industries." Mister Nelson probably knows us better by our brand name, Harry," Martin Stachdt remarked. "My company produces the Hurricane line of boats, skis and sporting goods." Oh!" Scott replied, properly impressed. Hurricane was one of the largest companies in the country and the Hurricane building dominated the Dallas skyline."By the way, Scott," Harry said, "did Charlene tell you how much the board liked the photos?" Charlene told me to be here at.