She decided it was an utterly perfect accompaniment to coffee and the magnificent cognac.When they were all relaxing with their cognac and cigars, Han... Wellington said, "There's actually a reason for my joining you tonight. You see, I had to quell a revolution in the kitchen awhile ago. It seems my executive chef resigned and I had to talk him into staying. The poor man was in tears. You see, he prides himself on being the finest French chef in the Islands. He is a diplomate of the Cordon Bleu. "For the first time that night, Maggie smiled. "Yeah, it must be hard for him driving that. He must have needed the money for something. I didn't dare ask him about it." Why did he want your minivan?" asked Trish. "It may be newer but that's less sporty than that Nova." I don't know? When he left he just told me to give him the keys and to make sure you didn't block the garage when you came. He also left us some instructions." Instructions?" asks Pam.Maggie holds up a sheet of paper and starts. And she was probably running or scared. Have you seen her?’ ‘I tell you what I know when you hand over the money, honey. Nothing from Trixie ever comes free, sugar.’ Her long fingers almost plucked the bill out of his hand, stuffing it with a provocative gesture into the scarlet bra she was wearing under the skimpy black halter. ‘I seen your girl. She run by here and then down that alley up there. I ain’t seen hide nor hair of her since, though.’ ‘How long ago?’ he asked, turning towards the. Caz reached over and guided it to the back of her head. He got the message immediately, pulling her in and frantically fucking her mouth. He made a tazan call as he lost his load. Caz swallowed noisily, slowing her movements in time with the slowing feed.She looked up at him, still stroking his cock. "You'd best be off. Remember, tell no-one or this stops".He mumbled a reply then left, dressing as he went.She turned to me. "Sometimes, theres no substitue for a hands on education" she said,.