The caravan troupe used the two days to scour for bargains and try to trade up their wealth. The encampment was its own advertisement for silk tents, ...and Zithrusa released ten for sale, which just saturated the market but made for a handsome price each one.The tents were all plain colored, which made the people who bought the striped ones several years earlier feel better about the lesser price these ones fetched, but it would be easy enough to dye them with any of a number of dyes. Would the. When I was done Cindy told me to get in the shower and freshen myself up. I was glad she let me clean up I hate it when I am nasty and dirty. Because the cum I had on my face was dried up and flaking off. When I got out of the shower Cindy called me into the kitchen. I walked in and sat down all I had on was a towel.She said, "You really are a faggot, aren't you?" I saw how you enjoyed fucking your ass with MY dildo. I also noticed how you was trying to shoot every drop of your cum into your. Jonas used the tip of his toe to lift the guy's shoulder and roll him over. His target had been better dressed than most of the Cartel goons he had seen. The suit wasn't top of the line by US standards but was a respectable quality wool blend. It was probably near top of the line clothing in Mexico.Jonas shrugged his shoulders and turned to the omnipresent full length mirror in the hotel room to make sure he was presentable to go out in public. He straightened his tie and coat and just looked. I was very pleased to see that as they conversed, that the sexy man began to glance in my direction more frequently.Not long after, the three blokes moved away and entered a back passage that led off from the main bar area. To my elation, as they did so the sexy guy moved in my direction.“What’s your name?” he asked as he stood before me.“Gus,” I replied.“Wow, that’s very economical,” he answered, with a smile.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Take a guess,” he said, pointing to one of the chevrons.