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Did she really need Dave. If there is one moment that stands out in my mind, where I realized how different my life was, it was during an operation I was running, just two weeks later. That was the night when I realized what I was capable of. Carter had told me that taking the warehouse was a bad idea, but between the hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of cocaine, two dozen workers trained on exactly how to cut and package it, the fully stocked armory and the chance to make the Japanese mob look like chumps, how could I pass it up? Without warning, gas canisters tore through the windows, making the workers scatter and the guards run circles in confusion. Several of them even mistakenly shot each other, in the midst of the chaos. However, there was one worker who managed to keep his wits, grabbing his friends and as many guns as he could, before heading to the basement. It was a damn shame, because he missed the spectacle of six armored thugs silently slipping through the fog and putting a bullet between the eyes of every mobster and private guard they could find. In total, the whole operation took six minutes, tops. As the indian smoke started to clear, all the weapons were quickly rounded up and secured. The workers quietly submitted to being cuffed and lined up, terrified at the sight of the men in blue and black armor, with mirrored, faceless helmets covering their human features. The last step was to clear out the holdouts in the basement. We hadn’t expected anyone to react quickly enough to bunker down there, but, luckily, the floor plans for the building were on public record, so we had planned for it, just in case. The scared workers trained their weapons from behind their makeshift barricade, as my men slowly approached. “Please, we don’t want to fight,” said one of them, the same one who had rounded them up in the first place. “We just want to know that we won’t be harmed.” It was obvious that the men and women gathered in that cellar were scared out of their minds, but that fear turned to confusion and shock when the wall of armed men opened up and a single figure approached them, wearing a gas mask and a new black cocktail dress. “Who are you people?” he asked me. I pulled off the gas mask, sucking in a lungful of fresh sex air. “I’m your new employer.” They threw down their weapons as soon as they saw my face. “Shit, you work for Carter.” “I’m glad to see my reputation precedes me.” Their weapons were quickly rounded up, and the workers were brought back upstairs. “Not him,” I said, pointing to their leader. “Bring him up to my new office.” Carter’s men gladly did as I said. There really are no words to describe the satisfaction I got from overlooking my team of jackbooted stormtroopers, and being able to peer into the eyes of the shocked and terrified workers, as I told them, “Yeah, those guys are mine.” “Ma’am, we have a problem,” said one of the men, pulling a creep wearing a bad tuxedo and a gold chain across the floor, before throwing him at my feet. “We found this guy, hiding under a table.” Tonya nodded her head. He turns to me, leans in so we can hear each other and shouts, “Mingle with Beth, I need to speak to our host.” He winks and tugs a lock of my hair before he turns and disappears into the crowd. Some small part of me began to feel funny. I collapsed onto the sand and lay there jerking and moaning. What was wrong with me? "So good of you Abby to join us" Aunt Marie says as we all squat down onto the bean bags. She pulled in the loose ends from each side and latched the whole thing shut, tightening the corset and adding just a little more force to the already punishing pressure gripping sex down on Tom’s body. Her eyes followed them as they moved up his legs and over his cock. She reluctantly released the grasp of her legs and I slid out of her, accompanied by a protesting groan from her. “I wonder what it will be like, spending our first winter here,” I said, looking at the leaf, red as a watermelon jolly rancher. And your huge indian cock is my ultimate challenge. The dick in her ass took its time, wiggling back and forth and thrusting in short thrusts to open her up. She was so looking forward to seeing and touching her father's penis again she could barely concentrate. And to stay at my side. The act of carrying her sparked an old memory, but it was like a flickering TV screen, not enough came through to give him a picture.