For a fish, he was pretty cagey. So I played my last card. “That and I’ll make sure you get to send a personal, private message to your family. We...’ll record it, and I will personally ensure it gets where you want it to go.”The giant thug stood there, looking me in the eyes, my own held there, open and deeply in his gaze. He was taking his measure of my honesty, and I could understand why. Likely he’d been lied to so much telling the truth was a rare luxury, and here was some pretty white girl. A well established French Import Export business, Augustin, had been extant in the city since 1860. One of the first French financial endeavors since the establishment of French Indochina in 1859, it was run by a French National with the interesting English name of Charles Austin, the business was profitable in both directions.Charles was the father of Charles Austin III. The third Charles was a romantic. Although born in France ... his mother was shipped home immediately upon her discovery of. I could be a strong and confident man in many ways, naïve and insecure boy in other ways.Overall, I was the gentleman who fell head over heels in love with her and gave her new courage to forge ahead after our breakup following our initial affair.Such a sense of loneliness fell upon me. Deep sadness, and regretted my loss. My mind began to recall many things that Kim and I did, the places we visited, and the words we shared, both public and private.As soon as one event popped into my head, it. Gotta make sure we get this part extra clean, huh? I guess she was right, though it felt great to have her soapy little hands on my cock, it also made sense that we might want to clean it extra well in case Rachel was in a loving mood when she got home. The combination of her slippery hands on me and the sight of her perfect tight little body covered in slick soapy water caused my dick to rise once more. Got one more in you, old man? She teased. Oh I had one more in me alright. I spun her.