Simone nodded to him as he entered the room. The bank people were at one end, Simone at the other. She was wearing a dark ensemble with a string of wh...ite pearls around her neck. The fun flirty woman he'd come to know the previous night was gone, replaced by professional aplomb."Good morning, Miss Engdale." Mr. MacIntyre," she said, "if you'd care to examine the documents?"He took a seat and she slid papers in front of him. Hidden from view, her other hand briefly stroked the back of his. She had only seen Keith’s cock once before, when she let him use her shower, and had been always wanted a closer look. She reached over to the ice cream carton, which Amelie had dropped on the floor, scraped out a handful of semi-liquid ice cream and grabbed his large, stiff, hot cock. Then she took him in her mouth, savouring the taste of cock and ice cream. They continued in this position, Chrissie’s head brushing Amelie’s pussy as she moved her mouth up and down Keith’s shaft, Amelie. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell. The family member, who was not family, nor indeed, not even a countryman of the leader, was curt. The plan was good, though needed to be refined, but it could be done; a tanker prepared; documents forged and a religion avenged.Those whose job it is to guard us were aware of the group, though constraints on their time meant that surveillance was not constant and not sufficient to raise alarm and so they slipped through the net. The group busied themselves with their task, taking a trip in early.