Weekend evenings were spent mostly gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of Johns favorite places was a small gasthaus, a pub, near their ho...using area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Genes Place was very popular with young Americans. Angie never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Genes Place she. .. probably not, but I know I'd love to fuck you again". Michael smiled and said "I was hoping so". I grabbed his hand and said "come on, let's get started" as I led him into the room. Chelsea walked up and handed him a drink, as Samantha stood by nervously. Chelsea said "I know you're not 21, so if anyone asks, you didn't get this drink from us". Michael chuckled as he stared at Samantha standing in front of him. Samantha got an alert on her phone, it was Matt messaging... he asked "did you. ” Bending down she took me in her mouth and immediately began bobbing and stroking. I let myself go as quickly as I could. After giving her what my balls had to offer, she lovingly cleaned the semen from my cock with one of the hankies she had offered me, wiped some residue from the corner of her mouth, and said, “Put yourself back together Hun.” Going to the door and turned the lock as quietly as she could.“What about Sister Mary Celeste?” I asked.As she resumed her seat behind the desk she. Ret said, We’ve got to be careful too. Banks have to report deposits bigger than ten grand to the IRS. So do merchants.We should do something about that slave auction too, if we can. Good thing the state required us to get our passport. We can travel. I think we should head home to Cauthen, spend a couple days deciding what to do next. Linda whispered.Don’t forget all that lovely money in a Swiss bank account! Mouse replied gleefully.About that. We need to find a way to transfer it.