"She didn't know about anything," Oliver blurted out and rubbed his nose. "I've not seen her, she knows nothing."Charlotte adjusted herself again. "We...ll I got a visit. And I don't work there no more. I got thrown out 'cos they reckon I was involved."Oliver frowned. "But you knew—" Yeah Oli, I fuckin' know," Charlotte snapped. "But they didn't believe it. They said I needed to see stuff. And I was supposed to be doing the fuckin' cards wasn't I? So they reckoned I'd been bought off." But you. Smoking and watching folks walk by when Carlos walks out onto his veranda next door with a half-burnt joint in his mouth. He asks, "Hey man, where's Gina?” Carlos glances into our room to see her light little body curving under a light sheet. He grins and smirks as he nods towards Gina chuckling, his eyes sparkling and swirling with mystery and mischief. He teases, "Ah, you savage stud, you already wear out that cute sexy little bride of yours already?” I start to stammer, looking back at Gina. He pushed the dress up past her waist band, feeling the skin of her back above it. Then he thrust his cock between her legs, rubbing her panties against her pussy with it, just like he had with his fingers. He felt a hand, reaching between her legs, stroking him as he was rubbed against her panties. He wanted to cum. He was desperate to. But he didn't. He moved away, letting the girls know the lights were coming on, flicking the switch, wondering who he had just all but fucked. From the flush. ”I looked him in the eyes, which made him shiver and said, “No, it is you that have no fucking clue what you are talking about, or at least don’t know all of it because you don’t have the security clearances. Even if I was guilty of even one of them, you say I have a trillion dollars in cash in the bank. I can buy a small country, arm them to the teeth with my favorite non-lethal weapons, and never need to worry about extradition. If I wanted to, I could ask Mr. Smith to escort me out, and you.