It’s nice to know that I was your best partner when we were Marshals. Unfortunately, you only tied for my second best with Daryl. Daryl Evans is now my second-in-command at Bascomb’s Landing.” I waved my hand to one of the employees at the rear of the large room as I raised the whistle to my lips. After two short blasts he opened the door and hastily stepped out of the way as Max tore down the aisle, leaping up onto the stage where he stopped quickly at my side. “Yes, my best partner for the past six years is my exotic dog, Max. Actually, his name is Maximilian von something that I can never remember. Max is smarter than a lot of the people I’ve met during that time and as you can see he’s looking around the room for my wife, Lucy.” I bent at the waist and pointed to her. Lucy waved and Max relaxed, sitting to my side. “Okay, now let me tell you how I engineered the destruction of a major drug ring that had plagued our area for years. It all began when I got lost. I had to detour off I-40 west of Memphis and between the darkness and the heavy rain it was all I could do to see the road. I asian drove until I saw lights in the parking lot at Lulubelle’s Diner in Bascomb’s Landing, Tennessee. The woman inside offered me her couch for the night in return for a ride to her mobile home. As you can see I’m pretty big and her couch was pretty small—more a loveseat than a couch--so she told me I should just sleep with her. That alone should tell you everything you need to know about the japan woman who is now my wife. I wound up staying with her for more than a week until the weather cleared up. On the Friday Max and I were in the local diner when two gunmen tried to pull a stick-up. Max took one and I took the other. I had mine handcuffed in a minute and Max had broken eight bones in the man’s hand, wrist, and arm in a lot less time. No shots were fired and none of the fifty customers and staff was injured. It was the movie following day when I learned that the woman who had taken me in was Lucille Bascomb. Right—Bascomb as in Bascomb’s Landing. “On Sunday afternoon Max and I were invited to her parents’ weekly party on their spacious patio where I noticed that the bartender was spending an awful lot of time down behind the bar.” I heard a few chuckles then so I continued. “I can see that several of you also know what was happening. I told Lucy’s father after dinner that he was being victimized and—sure enough—we found a bunch of empty bottles with all kinds of handwritten fancy brand labels on japanese them. He was pouring the good stuff into the empty bottles and serving cheap junk to the guests. “Now we get to the first good part. Once we were in the study he told us that he was working for one of the city’s police officers and that his roommate at Memphis University had bought drugs from him, too. He was thrusting faster now, clearly turned on telling exotic me about how dog fucking worked. “Spurt all that yummy cum into her cunt!” movie "AHHHH!!!!!" she screamed. “Yeah, we’re on our way out. I would change so much. James and I tried another 5 new positions, all rather strange and not what I could call satisfying ones. Heaven. They will let your relevant lecturers know!” "Oh, God, I'd like that," I told him as we crawled under the sheets. He grunted back japanese at her “It’s okay, I’ll pull out before I finish.” Becky arched her back to give herself completely to her partner’s japan caresses. The other thug opened asian the minibar and took out a beer. It didn't take her long to have me on the brink.