Do you know where the baggage pick up area is?” she asked.“No, but I think I can find it,” I said it walked toward the sign ‘‬Baggage Pick U...‭’‬. “So what do they call you?”“My name is Lucinda, but I’m called Lucy,” she said.“Nice to meet you Lucy.My bag is a black backpack.Would you keep an eye out for it?” I asked.She nodded.The backpack showed up and I liftedit over one shoulder. “Ready to go,” I said.I followed her out of the terminal, and to a taxi stand.Lucy had a very strange walk.It was. This man has no remorse, no compassion for people, only money. When my friend Laura came to me and told me about you I had to offer my services, and those of my brother. He is a lawyer by the way. But there is one small suggestion if I may. You have targeted a certain person, but I might suggest that you look further, to the son, and grandson. If he were the target you would satisfy many objectives at one time." "His son!? You want me to go after the son? "Of course!" "But that is kidnapping, a. “You didn’t think Woodge, Cripps, and Barnham would be allowed to continue a life of tortured pleasure, after giving up their evidence did you? ... oh yes, there’s to be six more spurts of semen to the gallows platform ... everyone involved is to realise the ecstasy of the ultimate masochism.”When the first three of nine masks were removed, the three hapless wretches were dressed in finery, compliments of the next three candidates for the noose, and their dressed bodies decked out with personal. He was getting close. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her mouth wet. He pulled his khakis all the way off and laid her down on his wooden desk. He reached under her skirt and looped his finger into her lace thong, pulling it off as she fumbled with the skirt’s zipper. He feasted his eyes upon her pussy; bald, musky, with a small strip of bright red hair, framing her slit. She was moist already, and he lowered his head to her, inhaling her and dragging his tongue into her. She writhed.