The hook caught the opening and the line tightened as the cutter began reeling the craft in. A crewman with a rifle was beside the line tender and ano...her crewman looked ready to jump on the watercraft.A helicopter hovered over the cutter and low profile boat, lowering a basket with a body bag. Two Coast Guard crewmembers began loading the man that was nearly cut in half. When the hatch was cleared, we could see the reluctance of the crew to drop down into the low profile hull. Finally one man. . Here's two goons holding me as I struggle in front of a man who meant me harm. "So, it seams that our friend in tights here is a crime fighter in real life,...right detective?" "Huh?.. What are you talking about?" I said, totally confused. "My sources have informed me that there is an undercover FBI agent sniffing around my extra curricular activities. Todd tells me you have asked questions about me specifically."That's when it made sense. I had asked about Rex, but only because I thought the. Mike's appearance had much in common with Serge. They had been best friends since childhood. Japanese hieroglyphs were tattooed on his back. He worked as a surgeon general's assistant and therefore had full access to any drugs he wanted and he often used his position.In short, both were about the same height, weight and age, handsome, muscled (they went to the gym every free minute), rough and well-off guys who could get everything or everyone they wanted. Their motto in life was "You can get. It was so long I could use one hand to keep the skin back, squeezing it near his ball sack while sliding the other up and down what was left and making him gasp as the end went nearly black and he just managed to tell me, between gasps that it was his bell-end, begging me again and again to suck on it. As it started to twitch and jump in my hands he made one last plea for me to suck on him, I pretending not to here, knowing it was time for him as he moaned and gasped and thick white creamy.