Although I despised 'Iron bar' Steve I invoked his name inhope that it might save me."I'm one of Steve's girls," I whimpered."You fucking tranny cunt!... You think I care!" he glowered."We aren't all on his payroll. Some of us detest that criminal cunt andall he stands for!" Some of you fucked up crims running around in skirts think that yourshit don't stink because you suck cock for money, well I think that is anabomination. Some us aren't scared of Steve. Some of us think you needto be. Ok, decision time, no face shots, obviously. My breasts sag, normally for a mom my age, not gonna pass for a 15 - 17 year old girl, that's for sure. For gods sake, I have to show him my pussy. Ok I steeled myself for that, plenty of teenage boys have "peeked" I had caught him doing the same, was it 2 years ago? Oh my god, he has no idea what my pussy looks like now so he'll need to compare it to reality to be sure it's not me on the phone. Well at least I caught that mistake before doing it.. I looked at my watch. It was eight thirty. What could I do for an hour and a half? I couldn’t go to the Museum. That was in the same building and had the same opening hours as the Library. I could go to the coffee shop across the road, but two cups of coffee was my normal morning limit. There was a map to inform tourists on the Library wall with a large arrow pointing to the Tourist Information Office, which, of course, was in the same building as the Library and Museum, and didn’t open until. This time, there was no gunfire, so there must not have been an alarm for us to trip. The four of us entered without being noticed. The reason was that the SUV was still being unloaded. My God, there was a lot of cash involved. The slow operation was because each packet of bills had to be counted and compared to the tally sheet from the briefcase. There were so many packets of bills, many of them as $20s, that the count was going very slowly.The guards were standing around watching all of that.