I'm Carl Fleming. You'll have to forgive my appearance, but I got shot today, when a federal agent leaked my name and location to mobsters."It hurt."I... you want my advice, never get shot. It really hurts."To review where we find ourselves, GETTING SHOT HURTS. Your office got me shot and almost got Beth, Brian, and me dead. Someone in your agency gave me up like an old cow at the slaughterhouse door, and I want to know who, to whom, why, how, and how much was paid."That's where I stand."Now, how. Put the head of my cock against her dilated pussy lips and thrust hard. "Ohhhh. Mr Allcock. You are named... "I shove the full length of my shaft in. My pubes slap against her butt as I continue fucking her hard and fast. I grab her nipples and pull them hard trying to get my own back. "Fuck me harder" "Get on the floor. On your hands and knees" I pant breathing hard."See" I get behind her resume fucking her sopping wet cunt. My thumb presses against her asshole. It winks. My thumb is in. As we. The day lapsed on, and after a long irritating phone call of hers ended, she came over and stood in the doorway of my office and said, "Well, I hope you're ready for a beer, I know I am." I told her that I'd be ready in a few minutes after I shut down. When I was ready to go, I walked over to her office and asked where she wanted to go. She said, "We can just walk next door if you want? That way I can leave all my stuff here, then walk back and get it before I head home." As she was telling. I've told people that Dan makes a lot of money writing, like he's some best-selling author or something, but in reality you'll probably never see his name as author on anything. His work is the anonymous, faceless verbiage that makes companies work. People use his writings to run powerplants and put together projects, and what's really neat is that they look at some of his work and then he's on the phone picking up more work. And sending some of it to Alan. The business is taking a definite.