Semi-dark complexion, maybe Italian or Greek heritage. Smooth, flawless skin tone. Lipstick somewhere between red and burgundy. Very nice. Apparently... I passed. “Sure, I’m Mia”, extending her hand. I took it, “I’m Mark”, sliding in the seat beside her. I ordered another round of drinks. We chatted, where you from, what line of work you do, etc. Interestingly, she was a psychologist. Guess I nailed the clientele, huh? She had a great voice, I could listen to her for hours. And I did. The bar. I headed for the nearest courthouse to restock my file of wanted posters. As I had done previously, I culled my file and took the stack of new posters to the nearest saloon to study.Judging from the new posters, kidnapping had become very popular. It looked like I could expect to run into a kidnapping case at almost any time. I had found that most kidnappers were not very smart and could be caught with only a moderate amount of effort.It wasn't long afterward that I ran into my first kidnapping. She told me she never hesitated with anything he said, his voice had gotten very deep, and forceful, he was still built, like he was when he played football, she felt very intimidated... and easily submissive. His cock was as large as he was, she stated, it hung well below his balls, and was very meaty, but totally soft.he asked if any of her white boys got a dick this big? No she blurted... and as she thought of how humiliating she was being to her own kind, all he was doing was making her. “Come on then, Jake.” Said Jakes dad, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. “Time to go, or we won’t catch the plane.” Jake practically leapt from the couch, swinging his bag over his shoulder and racing from the house before his parents could say another word. A few seconds later, he had dived into the front passenger seat, only to be turfed out of it a minute later by his dad. Grumpily, Jake clambered over the seats and sat on the back ones of their ford Capri. The journey to the airport.