She dressed conservatively except for wearing four-inch heels and a push-up bra and visited the clubs, as they were called. Most looked like converted... garages or machine shops. None of them was hiring but all three offered her time as a free-lancer, four short dances each hour for three hours at $25 per dance which meant $300 a night. The house fees varied from fifty to eighty dollars a night and all three places let girls keep whatever they made in tips for talking with customers or doing. He checked in to the Albany Hotel, in the center of Durban’s busy downtown. He retrieved a suitcase that had been left for him yesterday by a delivery van registered to a shell company in Shalcross, a small town some twelve kilometers to the west.In the suitcase were clothes that would turn Bin Salaam from a terrorist masquerading as a Middle-Eastern businessman into a South African worker fronting for a merchant. He scanned the internet directory for truck rentals and selected one that. Call General Worchester and let him know so he can clear out the red tape. This is a Homeland Security issue."Sophia pulled a short robe from the closet and turned back to Jason. "I'm not going anywhere. Who the fuck are you, anyway?" Jason Nichols. I'm the special agent in charge of Task Force Defender. Defender is a joint operation of FBI SWAT, Army Special Forces, and a private contractor or two. We were setting up an exercise at Ft. Lewis when Paul Brown asked for my help." How do you know. She moaned as she sucked on his thick dark head. She couldn’t go past the head for it was too big for her mouth. Waisting no time Cameron pulled her up onto him , she spread her legs and with her hand held his cock steady as she lowered her pussy down onto it. She began to ride it up and down till it worked it way into her womb then she began to girate on his thick black rod .Her intensisty began to pick up, she grabbed her own breasts moaning loudly. Cameron moved his hands up and pushed her.