.”“Don Sylvester, my family and I wish to express our condolences for your loss. Don Baptista was a good man and respected by my father and all wh... knew him.”“Thank you, Don Joseph. My mother and sisters will be pleased your family remembered them. And I thank you, Little Joe. I’m glad to have you as a friend.” I was Catalano and Little Joe was Italian but our words for formal greetings were the same in both Spanish and Italian. I knew that the formality of his statement meant it came from his. It cupped her asscheek roughly.“Oh… Hi,” she said shyly.“I’m glad you got the hint.”“I’m glad you left one.”With one swift movement, Derrick spun Jhené around and pressed her tits against the wall. Her hands now spread against the tile while her back and ass faced him. Derrick’s hands ran down the sides of her body like she was being searched for narcotics by a police officer who was trying to do more than his job.His hands grabbed the sides of her tits through her shirt and squeezed them. When Jessica followed her a minute later, Marie was bent over an ottoman, hands pulled behind her back. Jessica found a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Marie’s wrists. Then she perused her instruments of punishment, finally settling on a riding crop, which she waved through the air with an ominous "whoosh."Lifting Marie’s shirt to reveal her rounded alabaster cheeks, Jessica tapped her softly a couple times before beginning the punishment in earnest. Annoyed at the needless loss of a. Travel time was only about 90 minutes (OK, so I pushed it), and we got to the bank shortly after it had opened.We interviewed the employees and got the same story that we had before. We had time to eat lunch—Huntingdon had a restaurant. The next place was only 19 miles away, so we made it before the bank closed for the day. An interview with the employees gave us the same descriptions as before, except that we learned that the galoot with the yellow bandana rode a gray horse with a black.