I smiled and opened the front passenger door, reaching up to turn off the dome light, leaving Donna to fellate Marcus by the light of the streetlamp b...hind my saloon. I knelt in the front seat, watching her lovingly take him into her mouth. As I watched her, I felt the tingling wetness growing between my legs. I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more, a front row seat for a blowjob or the fact that she was so very comfortable with my being there.She stopped for a moment, but continued to stroke him. Jeanne and Pat were waiting in Madame Landau's anteroom, a small oddity of a room with two armchairs, one sofa and one plant. The only adornment of the room was an etching from a Dutch edition of "Justine, or the Misadventures of Virtue". It represented the protagonist in the act of finding out that she is going to be made a slave by a gang of forgers whose chief is the man who is accompanying her. "Je te m?ne servir des faux-monnayeurs dont je suis le chef", says the man as he drags the poor. " Ah," the English voice said."Is there a problem?" Ray asked."The client is concerned."Ray frowned, sitting up in bed, trying carefully not to wake his sleeping wife."Nursemaid them. That's your job. We have things handled here," he said."I am glad to hear that, Mr. Crimson. Make sure it does not get out of hand. Let us know when you are ready to deliver." We will," Ray said and cut off the connection.Glancing over at his wife, she was still sleeping. A faint smile caressed her lips. She was. Something was different however, where before those legs had been thesame pale shade as his male office dwelling self, and during theexamination David had looked at this closely enough and long enough toknow what hue they were, the one's she now saw were tanned a red bronzedeeper than any he, when he had been a he in the first 24 years of hislife, had ever been able to obtain on the beach."Awake again? About time!" said Mr. Petro bursting though the door justas before, David again yelping. "Now.