She was curving her hips down to get more of his rod into her hot, wet pussy. She looked over her shoulder to see if Martin knew this man. He’s a single man in a world of intrigue where every step could be watched and the next could be the last. “At least it was fun.” As he was getting up he noticed a large wet spot on the bed. Anticipating what could be? He lives, or should I say lived?, in our apartment block.” Amy began to tell about how the man sometimes roughed her up or took money from her that she earned turning tricks or on payday. Martin asked Amy to clean out his car and put everything away. They chatted for a few minutes while Amy prepared the coffee for the men. He sat while Amy fixed their coffees. I need coffee, we’ll talk later. Amy took their coffee order and brought it back to them. No scraps of notes or receipts out on his desk. The technology became known to the Operations
