.........The visitor had teased him online many times, arousing him in so manyways, but when the drug was mentioned it had frightened him beyondbelief... The drug, the white drug, the drug that drew you in creatingutter dependency and total addiction, a total addiction that thevisitor threatened would be used to control and exploit him. But thathad all just been online chat, just play, the visitor just teasing hisarousal, wouldn't do it for real, wouldn't, wouldn't....couldn't.....nooo.. the. "No, we do not need guns. You're just as likely to shoot your dick off." Don't we need some sort of weapon?" Rick replied. It wasn't working; he was still watching the women's bodies. There was something about the wet way they looked in outfits that was quite enticing."That thing in between your legs is supposed to be your weapon." Melissa answered, pointing at Rick's bobbing cock. "Listen, I'm running this mission. You might be top cock, but I call the shots. Understand?" I gotcha." Rick. I rushed to open the door with a welcoming smile but I froze when I sawan unknown man in a concierge's uniform looking at me."Good morning and sorry for the disturbance. Is Mrs. Torres in?"With a great effort I managed to get some self control and answered in mybest feminine voice, "I'm sorry she is not in at the moment, but I expecther any minute now. Can I help you?" It's nothing urgent, I just wanted to introduce myself, I am Tony themorning concierge and I would like to welcome Mrs. Torres. And she never wanted it to end. Black four door Sedan, fifty meters behind Alex and John’s SUV, 2:32 a.m. 16 September.Two men sat in the black four-door sedan wondering about the sudden turn into the dark parking lot and why the two occupants delayed leaving. The man behind the steering wheel was small in stature, about 5’9” and 135. He had olive color skin, dark brown eyes and dark curly hair. This man had a Middle Eastern or maybe Mediterranean look about him. He sat quietly behind the wheel.