Giving him her back so she could think, she leaned herself against the desk, her right palm behind her. As George watched her expression, he knew she ...as thinking. He himself stared at her, remembering how cruel he had been, simply stating he didn’t want her. He was a stupid kid; her would have grumbled and kicked his own ass if it wasn’t for her being within arm’s reach. “Anna.” His voice was barely a whisper, their gazes locking as he gave a deep sigh. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t a bright teenager. These cars are ridiculously fast but can't handle worth a damn. Anyways, the cop flicks on his lights and pulls me over. He said he thought I was exhibiting strange behavior and he hadn't seen the car before, but I explained the situation and he let me on my way. I wasn't intimidated by cops normally, but this guy was built. Huge stature, at six and a half feet tall and probably two hundred or so pounds he nearly engulfed me. I was never a big gal, about 5'2” and just barely chubby. Most. “What’s the word on that shipment of AKs?” Nekeisha asks as she grabs my ponytail and starts pumping my head up and down on her dick. “We’ll get them to the buyer and get our cash before the end of the night,” another man sitting at the table quickly says. “You fucking better! If I don’t get my money, someone’s gonna fucking die.” “Don’t worry, Nekeisha, we’ll get that paper,” Jerome says.“And what about the coke? Have we sold through our remaining inventory?” she asks. “We’ve got a little bit. ** Sally felt suddenly weightless, as the lift began to rapidly descend. She looked up at the display and sure enough the numbers were steadily counting down, but instead of stopping at the lobby it continued to the basement. As it came to a halt, Sally glanced round to see if she’d forgotten anything. Seeing the circle from the suction ring and a few dried cum stains on the floor, brought a wry smile to her lips. As the doors opened, Sally was shocked to see two men standing there waiting for.