.." Who are they, Jim?" ask Cindy.Jim ignored her question. "That gets to the why, I'm still working on how. Let's see. About an hour and forty minute...s at 70 mph. That would give them ten minutes on each end, to load and unload the car... I guess it's possible... They would need a few extra minutes, to drive out of sight... I guess it's possible." Can a tow-truck tow at 70 mph?" A flat-bed, sure. Probably even a regular tow-truck... Be pushing it..."Cindy continued to shake. "I don't see any. .ReeeLaaax".Then he finished his thrusting and he is cock slid all the way into my ass until I felt his cock head hitting back of my ass walls. I then had my head hit the couch backrest from his thrust force and I stayed against that material for the rest of the ass fuck.He started pumping my ass harder and faster and I could hear his grunting from the exertion in my ear. When I tried to move away to ease the intensity of his pounding into my asshole, I felt him slap my ass with a sting and. One of the Italian investigators even became a sort of gateway to us, being very careful to remain impartial and to let us make decisions on who we would see and when. His bosses wanted us to want to help, and not because we were being browbeaten into it!Calogero Agostino was Sicilian by birth but attended university in Rome and joined the police force there when he graduated. He was very successful and became a detective, then was recruited in 2007 by the newly formed AISI, or Agenzia. He didn't like it much, but I insisted. I really didn't care if he fired me at that point. I was so over done.I needed to get away. My wife was gone, and I wasn't dating anyone. There was nothing but myself standing in my way of a well deserved hiatus.In my youth, I loved spending my summers in the Adirondack Mountains. I attended summer camp every year between the ages of eight and fifteen. During my college years, I'd spend a few weeks backpacking in the Adirondacks every summer. So, this was.