He had a goatee beard and was dressed better than most people in that store. I hoped he’d catch me staring and, on the second pass, he did. I even g...t cereal I didn't need.He smiled at me but we passed without speaking. The next aisle was different. “We need to stop meeting like this,” he said Nervously, I said, “Why? I kind of enjoy it,” and he laughed. With other shoppers walking past us, he said, “I hate this place. It’s always full and nobody has any common courtesy.”“That’s true… but I. He hugged her and brought his mouth near to her ear.While he was fucking her, he whispered to her....you are so hot, fucky bitch! ( Both liked to call each other names in their fucking sessions).Yeah i am a hot bicth, fuck your hot bitch. He was fucking her hard.Do you like our guest?Do you like to fuck you bitch?To feel the cock of our guest in your butthole?While i fuck you?Do you like to have 2 cocks to fuck you in the same time? Then she started to wisper to him...You would like to see your. That was what he heard, a motorcycle engine. But no one around here owned a motorcycle. Why would... That girl, the other one of the task force. The brunette. What was her name? She drove a motorcycle.His study was at the back of the house. The lights couldn't be seen from the front. He hurried over and hit the switch, dousing the room in darkness except for the light coming in the window from the backyard light.He heard the sound of footsteps close to the front door and glanced out his study. Surely there wasn’t THAT much cash in there! Fortunately that wasn’t the case, instead we seemed to have hit upon Albert’s ‘insurance’ records. Here was a copy of every major financial transaction that the Syndicate had made during the last ten years before his death. There was enough evidence here to blackmail his bosses if he chose, and certainly more than enough to be the protected star witness if the Feds ever grabbed him. It took us the rest of the day to review and sort this pile of.
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