"That's alright, I'll be looking forward to our after party. I'm all yours tonight, whatever you want." She was going to get me hard again like that.T...he limo stopped short and then the phone buzzed, so I picked it up. It was the driver asking if we wanted to be dropped off, or should he go around the block again. I told him we were fine, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the door for us. I slipped him a twenty as I got out, that was just the tip, I'd paid for. The following day I made arrangements with Yvonne to go ut for a meal, she said could I pick her up from her sisters as she was meeting her 2 sisters in town and then going back to one sisters house I agreed as I knew it was a case of approval from them.I arrived and was greated at the door by yvonne, she introduced me to Michelle who was younger and Frances who was older, we chatted for a while, Michelle was looking and flirting she slighty opened her legs so I could look up her skirt, I. She held the bottom half of his dick in her hand, stroking him in rhythm with her mouth for a few minutes until she knew he was completely ready. She got back on to her hands and knees and shook her ass at him, begging him to come fuck her hard. He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit, letting her wetness lubricate him. Then, without warning, he lined up his cock against her asshole. Her gasp told him she had been expecting him to fuck her pussy so he leaned forward and whispered into. They seemed pretty hell bent on finding something to charge me with. First it was questions about my working with Barrett or the Russians. They had this elaborate theory that I was hired muscle for them. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but they went at me pretty hard with that theory.After I didn’t crack, they tried a variation of that, accusing me of shooting the lady Marshal. When that didn’t pan out they regrouped and tried to find a way to charge me with the various dead.