I had myself convinced that this was the smart thing to do. Leave it alone, you got paid. You are still alive and whatever was going on was law enforc...ment stuff.Hell no!That isn’t how I operate. Mistake or not professional or not, that Shiss poop shoveling arsewipe and his cowardly friend needed to find out what it meant to be hunted by Angel T. Marifou. I would not take a contract for a billion credits until ... well yeah maybe for a billion I would. But not a credit lower.I was just about to. She had such huge melons that even her bra was begging to get opened. But, I had other plans in my mind. I kissed Priyanka’s forehead and started smooching her. She was pressing my ass and I was massaging her melons like crazy. After a nice 5-6 minutes smooch, we separated.Then I asked Nayana and Priyanka to undo each other’s bra in a sexy way. Friends, I must tell you, it was a delight to watch! They came closer to each other, looked deep into each other’s eyes. They smiled at each other and. I cleared my throat and tried again. ‘You’re beautiful, Catherine. It’s almost a crime to dress the way you usually do, covering up such beauty.’ She laughed, a little wry. ‘I didn’t want to draw attention, not until now.’ She stepped forward and kissed me lightly. ‘Now, I do. I want all your attention, so get naked, Ben!’ She pirouetted away and lay back on the bed, propped on her elbow, watching me. My prick was stiffening fast and I badly needed to ease the restriction, so I undressed. There was candy, soft drinks, changing tables and oversight by caring, but strict matrons, dressed in satin blouses and long leather skirts. As with all my personnel, they had big, very visible bosoms. Since I picked it out, I knew what these matrons were wearing underneath their blouses and skirts: 50s style lingerie, with garters and open-bottom girdles.Then there was Black Lagoon, which took a more stern approach to playgrounds. In here, ABs were under the total control of personnel dressed.