I can see the fire reflecting in his eager eyes. He wraps his big hands around my waist and leans down to brush his tongue over my nipples. "Oooh..." ... moan. He sucks my sensitive nipples into his mouth, making them wet. I push my hands into his dark hair, lightly highlighted with salt and pepper streaks. His tongue flicks back and forth over my little ends until I start to arch up underneath him. I grind back against his crotch, feeling his hard cock pushing against his jeans. I tug on his. Tammi, with her hands gripping the back of the cab, was bent over in Stella Mae’s face, which was shoved tightly between Tammi’s cheeks with every one of Buck’s hard pelvic thrusts.Buck continued his relentless anal assault with no signs of orgasm and Tammi was squealing with delight as Stella Mae licked her appreciative asshole. Stella Mae meanwhile had one hand firm on Tammi’s ass cheek while her other hand furiously worked her throbbing little clit.Buck held Stella Mae by the hair and pulled. "... made that drink for Donald," a voice says from a distance. "Hemust've given it to her. I didn't put shit in there and if I find outhe did, I'll break his goddamned face. Seemed like an okay guy,though."Finally, I look up. My shirt seems to be hooked on my aching, hardnipples, hanging empty over a belly that is no longer there. I put myhand against my flat, hard stomach and breathe carefully. The stubble-faced man is looking at me. Worried. My heart races for an entirelydifferent. Whoever had abducted her wanted her as bait, their true goal was to get Eric for whatever reason.She was sureb they wanted to kill Eric and she had told them all they wanted to know. She even told them about his secret. Did she cause him to lose his commission? She would never forgive herself if she had caused him harm.She had been interrogated by a plain cloth detective, but she had told him nothing. She would tell no one anything again. The detective painted her a bleak picture and showed her.