They got a bit of a giggle out of our espionage activities but sobered up very quickly when we told them that they were the target of ‘Julio Ramirez...��, the man we had tied and unconscious in the back of the vehicle. Stevie paled visibly as she stared at the gun I now held in my fist. Apart from a case of the shakes each there were no hysterics or histrionics from either lady. Both were very pissed off and as eager as I was to find out what Senor Ramirez had to say when we finally got him alone. . "OK, I'm shocked, angry, andbloody helpless and guess it's about the same with you, so let's forget aboutthat for a moment and try to restore some sort of normality in this crazy place.I'm Jim, like I said, Jim Butler, thirty years old and married". He lookedaway, swallowing hard. "My wife's name's Mary. I don't know what may have happenedto her. We went to bed one night, don't know when, and next thing I woke upin a dark cell. They blasted me a couple of times, the bastards, until I didas. But even the slowest weekends must eventually pass and finally Monday morning arrived. Gaby looked at herself in the bathroom mirror; dark-rimmed eyes, tired face, drooping hair. She looked as if she had spent a night on the tiles without having had the fun that would have brought. But whatever her appearance, now that the day had arrived she felt stronger; more determined. In a few hours the first of her sessions would be over. It would be okay; it had to be okay! If she played her cards. Maybe that’s the punk in me, who knows? I reach into her deep big ass and pull her g string out. She moans a little. Softly she says "what are you gonna do?" "what the fuck I want bitch now shut the fuck up!" I get down on my knees and I tell her "pull your ass cheeks apart" "Why, what are you gonna do?" "Didn't I just tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP?" She reaches both hands behind her and slowly pulls those big fucking cheeks apart to reveal what I clearly see is a moisten pussy and the.