Finally, he got through to the secretary who said the man was out but gave him the proper procedure to follow. Malcolm reminded him to get the fax num...ber and slid a kitchen note pad and pen over. Finished, John hit the POWER button and turned off the handset. He gave it back to Malcolm.“Thanks. I need to get it towed out and have an estimate sent to the agency before they can declare it a lost cause. You know anybody who can pull it out of there?”“Sure, no problem. Here, let me handle. He had been the poor bastard assigned to ensure I knew all the ins and outs of being a tracker before they let me out on my own. He was the best I'd ever known and would still be in the field if he hadn't lost a leg – no, it wasn't on the job. He'd been pinned between two cars when an old lady mistook the gas pedal for the brake in a WalMart parking lot.Twenty years of chasing after some of the most dangerous men in the world and he was benched by a poor old woman who had no idea she shouldn't. But this time, the clever vixen wrapped her legs around his head and held him captive. He had no other choice than to devour her as she arched her back and flooded his mouth with her cum.He brought his lips to hers so he could share the sweet honey with her. Then he realized, too late, that he’d fallen into her trap. This time her legs wrapped around his waist and held on for dear life. He’d have to choose between prying her legs off of him or fucking her madly.He wisely chose the latter,. When she saw him stop, she turned to the women and spoke angrily and pointed to chairs positioned near the ... door? portal? ... from whence they had entered. She listened while the women yelled over one another in strident and clearly accusatory voices.Moira listened for several minutes, then held up her hand and responded. The gabbling cut off immediately, though the face making and posturing continued.She turned to Pēteris and her sister-wives and explained. “They are speaking one of the.