Mazaki answered my calls and only contacted me if I actually had to make an appearance or something was about to go critical. That gave me time for th...e first time in my life to do nothing. I rode my motorcycle, played video games, hung out at the local mall and generally acted like a 17-year-old boy. I stopped wearing my trademarked dueling jacket or the western style suits my Father preferred and let my hair grow long. I went to a thrift store and bought five shirts and three pairs of pants. "The team cleaning up your other assignment has been augmented; quite heavily I need to add, by contract employees of the US Department of Justice. Things got a little touchy, but then became less tense, when a certain Federal Judge met with us, however briefly."We have disposed of well over twenty 'specialists' working for the mob. The DOJ has been happy to receive custody of some eleven more, of various responsibilities and areas of expertise. Those areas include bomb making and delivery,. His finger slide deep, his thumb rubs her clit. And he fondles and strokes her before lifting her and laying her down on the lounger. Carson admires her for a moment, trying to visualize what she will look like as a bunny before spreading her legs. With a big grin on his face, he settles down, kissing and licking her inner thighs up to the crease of her leg. She is as smooth as the day she was born, something she won’t be here soon.His tongue goes from the bottom of her slit, up to the top of. Her eyes continued on their journey, taking in everything about the room the soft white carpet under her shoes, the big screen T.V. in the right corner, the fact that there were signs on the nearest of two couches that one of the young men had slept in this room, a sliding glass door on the far side of the room leading out onto a balcony."I came to return the flowers." Chenosh said with a straight face. In the background she could hear a shower running, figured Gerald was probably taking his.