He could speak six languages without a hint of an accent. The ability to understand Italian Opera was his reward for the effort it took to reach that ...evel of proficiency.Max the Enforcer was simply another language, a tool, a method for blending in. No one had called him by his real name in over fifteen years. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew. When I finished cumming, she kissed the head of my cock and sat up. I hugged her, and told her, “That was much better. I have to go on another patrol now, but I’ll be back soon for another blow-job. Practice will make you perfect. You relax a while. Have another drink.” I sat the drink in front of her as I left the room. When I returned from patrol, Alex had finished her third drink. She was smiling, her eyes were closed, her head laid back, and she was slowly and softly massaging her still. Right after the captain turns off the seatbelt sign, I'll be out of my seat, off the plane, and heading home to see Elaine and Ellie within a matter of minutes.This is the first business trip I'd taken since Ellie was born six months ago, and even though it was only two nights, I feel like I've been apart from Elaine and her for months. I really didn't want to leave them, especially since I knew Ellie still wasn't sleeping through the nights and Elaine was exhausted, but she assured me that. " But Gemma Layton promised me a job here, and..." She said nothing of the sort to me. Perhaps you'd care to speak toElizabeta? She will be running the office here and approving myrecruitment selections?" Um, no..." Deanna's voice was just a bare whisper when Elizabeta'sname was mentioned. "I really don't think we should bother her..." Nor do I." Kissy smiled. "Well, stand up, pretty Deanna." Kissywalked round the side of her desk, holding a black felt tip markerpen in her right hand. "You see,.