Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open the door. It was locked. She looked around at the spacious and well-furnished room, before ...ollapsing on the bed in exhaustion and misery. Who is he? and what does he want? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the smells of warm food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmasked but still in black, a tray of food next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but. He was returning from an extended visit to his home in Mexico and was on his way back to Washington. We talked and then he asked if he could leave his things at my place while he went and looked up some old friends. I, of course, said yes. It was after eight that evening when he reappeared. I asked if he was hungry but he said he had eaten dinner with the family he used to rent from. He asked if he could take a shower and took clean clothes into the bathroom. When he came out I asked if he. Possibly they did it on orders from Osman. He might have had the idea that overt surveillance might rattle us into doing something he could use against us.The present team weren't the trio that had tailed us the previous night but putting policemen in casual clothes doesn't make them blend into the crowd. In casuals or otherwise they stood out like sore thumbs. They exuded an air of authorized menace that refused to be muted. They might as well have come in their uniforms. The tables nearest. She kissed me, my face drenched in her cum."How do you taste?"She gripped my hair and pulled on it before leaning down next to my ear, working her hips."You better put the biggest load you've ever had inside me right now for what you just made me do, you understand?" Yes, I will, I will, I promise."She was sliding up and down, our bodies completely connected."Your cock is mine now, you better be a good boy and give me what I want." I will, sweetie, I will--fuck." Yeah? What do I want?" She rode.