While I was having an orgy fest at Hooter Ville Hotel, Wan Mohammed was begging for mercy.
The Triad had him dangling out of a helicopter.
They always needed cigarette smugglers.
The Singaporean government turned a blind eye on the Triad's activities on the island state so long as they continued protecting Singapore from terrorists.
Wan Mohammed could be a good informer.
Jack said to put the fear in him and let him live.
'He might be useful for us in the future.'
Jack had a mission involved penetrating a Malaysian NGO organization that funded the poor and starving Southern Thailand insurgents, who needed money to make homemade bombs.
'If we can take down the frontman working in the slums of Bangkok, we might see a reduction of bombings,' he said, in the briefing, faxed through to me at the hotel.
The other big titted receptionist knocked on my door and said she had a fax for me.
There were no problems with the information being moved on to other interested parties. Jack and I owned this hotel. It was a safe house after all.
Now what is your name, I asked.
Matilda, she said.
'Now could you get us some fresh coffee and fruit,' I asked.
I had a big day ahead of me.
Matilda was wearing a maid's outfit with white frills here and there.
I know I was getting my cheap thrills looking at her voluptuous D cup boobs bulging out of her white dress shirt. Even her long thick dark erect nipples were yelling out, Suck Me. She wasn't wearing a bra, god bless her.
But she was just stunning. A wonderful smile and a kind of face you wanted to see on the end of your cock.
But I'd be needing to rest.
I was drained.
I'd have to pay her a visit next time I was down here.
Minutes later, she came back with the coffee.
As she bent down to place the coffee on the table, I got a nice glimpse under her frilly skirty.
She was wearing pink panties. Silk. And I could see her camel toe.
I loved Bintan but we had a flight to Bangkok to take. We'd have to be out of here in an hour and early afternoon we'd arrive at Dong Muang airport.
Missions, do they ever end?
Curse you Jack.
The Triad had him dangling out of a helicopter.
They always needed cigarette smugglers.
The Singaporean government turned a blind eye on the Triad's activities on the island state so long as they continued protecting Singapore from terrorists.
Wan Mohammed could be a good informer.
Jack said to put the fear in him and let him live.
'He might be useful for us in the future.'
Jack had a mission involved penetrating a Malaysian NGO organization that funded the poor and starving Southern Thailand insurgents, who needed money to make homemade bombs.
'If we can take down the frontman working in the slums of Bangkok, we might see a reduction of bombings,' he said, in the briefing, faxed through to me at the hotel.
The other big titted receptionist knocked on my door and said she had a fax for me.
There were no problems with the information being moved on to other interested parties. Jack and I owned this hotel. It was a safe house after all.
Now what is your name, I asked.
Matilda, she said.
'Now could you get us some fresh coffee and fruit,' I asked.
I had a big day ahead of me.
Matilda was wearing a maid's outfit with white frills here and there.
I know I was getting my cheap thrills looking at her voluptuous D cup boobs bulging out of her white dress shirt. Even her long thick dark erect nipples were yelling out, Suck Me. She wasn't wearing a bra, god bless her.
But she was just stunning. A wonderful smile and a kind of face you wanted to see on the end of your cock.
But I'd be needing to rest.
I was drained.
I'd have to pay her a visit next time I was down here.
Minutes later, she came back with the coffee.
As she bent down to place the coffee on the table, I got a nice glimpse under her frilly skirty.
She was wearing pink panties. Silk. And I could see her camel toe.
I loved Bintan but we had a flight to Bangkok to take. We'd have to be out of here in an hour and early afternoon we'd arrive at Dong Muang airport.
Missions, do they ever end?
Curse you Jack.
