We can use some of the electronics my company already sells. Maybe we dig a hole and have a place to watch cameras and motion detectors. Maybe we are ...very careful about what is seen from the air.’ ‘Eduardo, that is a terrific start. Do you think I can get Manuel a special visa? If he is the site foreman, Carlos can do security and be a courier too. We do not want much of what we are doing to be on a phone.’ ‘Si. Perhaps Selma can help. I do not know what his past problem was.’ We left it there.. I picked up the phone. 'Hi Natasha, how are things your end?'I listened as an unusually excited Natasha updated me. The real shock was right at the end when she told me to take over at this end and work out where we went from here. My initial protest regarding lack of experience was waved away with laughter. 'Well gain the experience now. You are our troubleshooter, so troubleshoot.'I immediately spoke to the auditor who had brought me in and asked for the senior man. He pointed me to woman in. After a quick stop to feed Simon at Victor’s apartment they left. As they drove, Victor caught a glimpse of Taris spying him out the window. He blanched hoping nothing would come of it.They found Jan at the bar still staring at everything as she tipped back her wine. Victor guessed she had been waiting for a while already. Jan looked frumpish and out of place in a purple button up shirt and a long floral dress. But, anyone with eyes could see her pale Nordic beauty and enormous breasts. . "Oh you like that?" she said, slapping it again. "Uuunnhhh" moaned Chrissie. "Mmm eat my fucking pussy Becks," moaned Chrissie. "How bad do you want it whore?" said Becca rubbing her clit through the wet spot on her panties. "Mmmm fuck so bad baby, please," she begged pressing her pussy into Becca's hand. "Promise you'll be my slut," said Becca, still rubbing her pussy. "Yes!" said Chrissie. "Promise?!" yelled Becca, slapped her pussy once again. "Fuck! Mmm babe I promise, I'm your slut!" Becca.