The real Dodge pickup truck was a pleasure to drive. It only had 40k miles on it, though it was eight years old. My guess was that it had been a confi...scated vehicle under the proceeds of a criminal enterprise. I didn’t mind driving something used to transport dead bodies or dope. I did worry about being searched by K9 units. Which would definitely blow my cover.Regardless, we decided to part company for the drive home. It took me till mid afternoon to make it back to the Car Wash. The plan was. .. restrained," Cindy retorted."Uh, NO," Jason laughed."Well Mom's got ALL those tattoos. Every area you mentioned." She's trying to get 'em removed," I said."Which costs more than getting' 'em in the first place," Cindy sighed."And that's usually the case with poor decisions, you know," Jason said. "But she's trying. That's a good thing." That's a good thing," Cindy repeated.Yeah, Cindy's mom is not the only one we're helping along during this effort.School. Susan continues her education. No one gets to be a special agent by being unsure where to start. ***Chase knew before he was told that he would be living on the Compound. He had previously spent time in the enclosed living and training area before other missions. He knew this mission, which would require not so subtle surgical alterations to his body over time, was exactly what this place was for. The Compound sat on a huge swath of land owned by the Agency. On the map, it appeared as "Ft. Harrison Army Base," but that was. “And mine.”“Yes!”I thrust into her. It was incredible to feel her pussy caressing my dick. That wonderful flesh slid around me. I groaned as I pulled back until just the tip was in her. My cock gleamed in her pussy juices. I rammed forward. I shuddered, savoring every inch that I penetrated her. Her cunt massaged me. Teased me. My balls smacked into her taint and brushed my clit. Sparks flared.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as I drew back for my next plunge. “Mildred!”“I know,” she cooed, smiling at.