"Ha! Right! God knows me? Was that meant as a threat, or a pleasure? Bah, I chose to forget it and move on. I still had to find a prostitute for the n...ght, but was damn well not going to say that in front of them.I'd entered an alleyway, where the colony's best whores could always be found. Hidden amongst the darkened stone of the buildings, I walked down the line of whores, looking for the one lucky enough to spend the night with me."Why, hello, love. How about this fine-quality merchandise?". He had been halfway through jerking off which was pretty obvious not just from the hard lump at my eye level but also from the smell of gathering precum and sweat. ?Shh..,? he said, running his hand reassuringly down my face and squeezing my shoulders. I shivered a little at the lightness of his touch and tried to stop my body from inching into his hand as he ran it down my arm. He stood up tall. Or rather taller, arched his back looking up at the ceiling and then finally looked down at me. "Marcus laughed at the memory right along with me.The package was where Marcus promised it would be. I wondered how my friend and confidante had come to have so much influence in a new country so quickly. I guess I shouldn't have.Inside was what appeared to be a cell phone but I suspected it was more. There was another set of identities, this one for Janet and Lila. Marcus' note said they took a little longer to put together but they were legit.It was a little more difficult to set up a new. As for the rest of her, she was wearing high rise panties, and was barefoot. She had just made something and put it in the oven. He could smell it, but couldn't tell what it was. There was a smudge of flour on her cheek. Bob had a secretary who was married and who didn't fool around. But she loved to tease him and she's one of the finest examples of a M.I.L.F. you could ever want to gaze upon. So he was usually fired up every night when he got home. In fact he usually repaired to the bathroom.