Locating the fugitive was no problem and the two skip tracers followed theirquarry to a supermarket and watched her go inside. Cindy parked the van di...rectlynext to the fugitive's car and awaited her return. Ann was a plump red headtype around 5'5” and 150 lb. wearing a blue business suit. Cindy, a bisexual,occasionally took liberties with her female captives but so far nothing aboutthis one particularly aroused her. Within 20 minutes their quarry emerged from the store carrying a shoppingbag. “God, who knows?” I moaned as I folded my hands behind my head.“Do we all just go our separate ways or what?” she demanded. “I’m still gonna live next door to you when we all go home tomorrow…” she trailed off.I looked up at her eyes. “So what are you saying?”“Nothing.” She paused. “Just that I’m still not looking for anything serious, so after what the three of us just did together, I don’t see any reason for you and me to stop what we were doing.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Amanda. He began to message my clit with the fat head of his cock. It felt outstanding and my pussy continued to drip juices in appreciation. Mustache man stood on the opposite side of the car and stood over me head, which was slightly hanging over the edge. He continued fondling my tits. He squeezed my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and pulled while shaking my whole breast roughly. It was right on the border of being painful and was driving my body insane. I started. After a few minutes of hesitation, during which time her gaze never left my face, she untied the robe’s belt and allowed the whole garment to slide backwards onto the bed. Though the gown underneath was opaque, it was thin enough to allow me to make out the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts, which appeared no smaller than Lady Maude’s and no less attractive; particularly as one could also clearly see the way that her darker nipples formed quite prominent peaks in the material..