She showed me to a bathroom, told me how to get to my room and where to, and I set my bags down.I put my luggage outside the door, wandering in.Not wh...at I expected. The place had only a couple stalls and urinals. Mostly I saw rows of vacuum hoses on the wall, and a set of fold out plastic benches. I didn't want to think about what all of this meant. I only knew I had to stand in a line to take care of business.After I used the facilities and came back out, I found my baggage missing.I looked. "I suppose not," she sighed. "So how are you feeling today?" Much better," said Brian, "there's nothing like sleeping on a problem tohelp you sort things out. The culture shock got to me last night, but Ithink I'm going to be alright now." I'm glad to hear it," said Cara, sliding a hand inside his night dressand gently fondling his left breast. Grinning, she gave it a quicksqueeze then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed."Time I was up and about," she said, and padded off to the. This is myshot at the brass ring and I'll do damn near anything to make sure it's asuccess." Anything legal, you mean." Certainly. All nice and legal." He smiles when he says that but it'sforced. I've spent way too many hours questioning suspects not torecognize a lie when I hear one."And the money?" Right now, you're sitting on over thirty million in confiscated drugmoney, vehicles, real estate and assorted expensive toys, with almostunfettered discretion to distribute it for law enforcement. She gasps and arches back a bit more giving me easier access. I slide my hand under the waist of her trousers and feel her skin and thong. My hand slides down again and I feel her pussy against my middle finger. It is soaking wet, I can almost hear it. I massage her hole a little, the palm of my hand against her arse hole. She keeps pushing back and my finger slips past her thong and pretty much ends up in her cunt. She shudders and stays frozen still in anticipation of my next move. I continue.