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“I’ll understand if you say no,” he told me. “But is there any chance I’ll see you again?” “I think there is.” We shared one last kiss, before the doors closed between us, and it was only once the elevator was rocketing towards the lobby that I finally texted Donovan back to say, “I’m on my way out.” In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to not do that sooner. My driver was waiting for me the moment the elevator doors opened. He grabbed me by the shoulder, and led me through the lobby faster than I would have liked, but was smart enough blond to not attract attention. “What happened to all the guards?” I asked Donovan. I couldn’t see a single one of the men who had been patrolling the lobby earlier, including the one who had escorted me up in the first place. “Must be on break,” he said, without taking his eyes off the door. I could see my limo as soon as we walked outside, but Donovan didn’t seem interested in going back to it. Instead, he dragged me over to a car across the street. “Is this ours?” “It is, now,” he said without any doubt, at least until he began fumbling with the door and the alarm went off. “What the hell are you doing, Donovan?” “I’m so sorry, bigboobs ma’am,” he said. It was an oddly formal thing to Suck say, even for him, but I realized why when I saw the juggs posh hotel patrons walking by and watching us. “I’ll get this fixed, right away, ma’am.” Seconds later, we were in the car. Part of me expected someone to confront us, but, even after the alarm, no one seemed to bat an eye at the uniformed driver and the woman in the cocktail dress climbing into an expensive car. “Are you ok?” he asked, as soon as the doors were closed. “I’m fine.” I watched as he began ripping panels off of the dashboard, and quickly splicing wires together. “This gets more complicated with every new make and model.” “Where did you learn to steal a car?” “Here’s a better question. Where did you put your goddamn phone? I told you to let me blowjob look this guy up first.” I quickly glanced back at his string of messages, as the car roared to life and Donovan pulled away from the curb. “What did you find? You never said.” “It might be better that you not know.” “Oh, shut up and tell me,” I told him, frustrated. Donovan remained silent for almost a full minute, before he finally answered me. “Carter isn’t his real name.” “Well, no shit,” I said, sarcastically. “Do you want me to tell you, or not?” I quieted down, and he continued. “There is a crime syndicate run out of San Muerte that controls a good chunk of the drug trade in the Pacific. Every ounce of cocaine that moves across the ocean runs through them, and their leader is a man who goes by Carter.” “Oh, come on,” I said. “There must be a billion Carter’s in California. “Fuck, you are sexy.” He groaned as he slid his dick up and down my snatch. She opened her mouth for a kiss. Somehow, it gave the rare ability of imbuing to thousands of people while simultaneously Suck robbing them of their will, making them slaves utterly to my father. 'I'm not uncomfortable, none whatsoever, in fact, Chase. Now that his son 'lost', there was no point in resisting any more and he let loose, a loud groan escaping his lips as he began to ejaculate in his daughter's soft slippery hand. Yes!” Was juggs blowjob all she could scream, a broken record of perversion that sung in cadence with the blistering guitar solo blaring from the speakers. There was bigboobs Saville's gaff all right, except some cunt had painted 'Pedo," on it in three foot high letters and there was a couple of Jocks loading a leather settee onto the roof rack of a Skoda and another couple of cunts nicking the roof tiles and loading up a Iveco flatbed. This girl knew what she was doing. The sun rose over the shoulder of a peak, spilling warm across the valley. She pushed hard against me, her blond throbbing cock pressing to my nethers, the heat of her teasing the aching desire within me, my ravenous lips dripping with readiness. Her girlfriend was sleeping in her bedroom just twenty feet away.