I was willing to bet the four unidentified persons in 515 were his body guards. That was another note for Robert.The king had dispatched Saudi securit... forces to look for him, but too late. All the bodies from the embassy attack had been buried or cremated by the time they arrived to look through the morgue.Saudi Arabia was supposed to be our ally, yet had trained and supplied so many terrorists to attack us. I was willing to bet our state department had made the pictures of the dead available. ”Even though the local police had no registry about Rebeca’s stay at a pension, Clara thought it was high time to pay them a visit. The police headquarters was near the main train station, another magnificent monument of Imperial architecture. The police station, on the other hand, was built with straight lines and angles, very serious and efficient looking. She went to the main desk and was surprised to see none of the tumultuous atmosphere and mayhem so typical of police stations in Brazil. "She pulled back and hissed, "let me go!"I snorted, "want me to call the law?"She slumped, "fine."I pulled her hand out when I reached the man beside the gate, "we need to upgrade to a first class set of rooms."He looked at the girl as I set the travel case down and pulled out my comp. I set it for credit transfer and he turned and looked at his desk comp before making a correction. I touched my comp to his desk and transferred the credits and he gave me the cabin number. I pulled the girl. “Now I’m going to fuck you like a dirty little slut,” he grunted into my ear. He pushed me up against the shower stall and slipped his hand between my legs, forcing them open. He fingered my clit and rubbed me a little down there until I was practically begging him to get it over with already. He positioned his cock at my opening then pushed the entire length in. I gasped as it entered me, his still-soapy cock now buried deep into my soapier-still pussy. The effect was amazing. The fucking felt.