After a few minutes, feeling my energy sapping, I slowed my thrusting once more to a slower, more rhythmical rate as I placed my hands on Rebeccas sho...ulders. Rebecca turned her head at the touch and began to kiss my hands tenderly as I looked down at my cock, which was enshrouded by Rebeccas now red cheeks. Your so beautiful, I moaned as I reached round my left hand to cup her jiggling breast. My cock by now was easily sliding in and out of her tight pussy due to the large amounts of warm. Eddie: Mike, shift your focus to finding me a connected member of the cartel. We do know which cartel it was. Maybe someone who was there will want to help us. Wes let me know if any of your old CIA buddies ever met any of these guys. We are still trying to find a thread we can pick at.Wes: If you just want a thread, we were sent details of an operation fifteen years ago. The email just said it was a private contractor. They had no rules of engagement, so they warned the bad guys a few times. Like sobbing. Yes,sobbing. She hurried to her room and saw her son, sitting on the end ofher bed, head down, hands over his eyes and crying."Tim, darling, whats the matter? Are you hurt?"Sniffling a reply but not looking up, her son replied "I wish it wereonly that. It's much worse, and I know you will hate me." Don't be silly, darling," she soothed, sitting down beside him andembracing him. Then quietly she asked, "What is it, honey?"There was a pause until, after a small choke, he. Martha was called away by a fairly regular customer called Colin, a man of about forty with black hair and a fair complexion. His large nose would have made him look fierce, were it not for the ready smile which always played on his lips. He was one of the men who had been cat-calling Jacqui and he wanted an hour with her, preferably immediately."Absolutely not possible, tonight. Nor tomorrow," said Martha firmly, "But I can promise you the first night with her, when she's ready, for only 100.