I stopped Gretchen."That wasn't there when everyone left or someone would've said something. Someone just slipped it under the door. Go get me a towel...."Gretchen gripped my arm. "It might be a bomb or something."I shook my head and slowly knelt in front of it. "I doubt that after the scanning they gave us and our luggage when we boarded. It's probably a death threat."Her eyes grew huge and I grinned. "That would actually be a good thing. It'd mean I'm making someone nervous." You're making me. “Eat my pussy, you worthless man!” she ordered, stripping out of her clothes as she spoke. She sat down hard on his face, facing his cock. He began to tentatively lick along her slit, nervous and unsure. She smacked his thick, hard cock with the back of her hand and he winced. “Suck my clit! Act like you know what you’re doing, bitch!” She reached forward and squeezed hard on his big, heavy balls. He moaned against her and she did it again. “Does it hurt? Does it hurt, baby? Let mommy make it. Finally she asked, "What for?"I thought about my answer for a moment before saying, "More of the same, I'll get you to do things like going topless and in exchange I'll provide you with all the booze you want. You can stay in the shed, I'll even let you have the key for it so you'll feel safe. What do you say?"She was totally focused on what I was saying, still looking for the trap I was building. After a couple of deep breaths she spoke up, "I'm not going to let you fuck me no matter what you. Pat controlled his crew just like Governments, and like them, had spies all over the place. Each spy had his own job and reported any new info they come across, for which they were paid. Most of it was just useless rubbish, relayed just to get some cash, but every now and then, they were useful. This would be one of them times.Whitechapel High Street was the location of the pub. Frequented by a variety of wannabe gangsters and lowlife's, the two members knew the person they wanted would be.