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The Mission (part 2)

Outside in the bar room Darren Orchard had accepted Brock's deal without

hesitation, and gladly followed the hunky young man for "some privacy" as

Brock had explained.

The two mari the bar watched as the two me.

"Fuck! Dwight won't be here in time!" Mike cursed.

"Let's go, mate. We hahat fucker." Chuck grabbed his friend's arm

and pulled him up. They left the bar and watched as Brock squeezed himself

into the vertible which Darren had re the airport.

Mike drove the SUV a cautious distance from the rental car.

A few blocks away from the "Pink Cock" the car stopped in front of an

abandoned brownstone warehouse.

The marines parked the SUV in a side alley. Chuodded to his friend.

"Let's move!" he said. Mike poio the street to the right and

Chud Mike sprinted across. In moments they had disappeared in the

darkness.

Chud Mike had hardly reached the back of the warehouse when they heard

soft moans ing from the inside of the dark building. Chuck poio the

fire escape and motioned his buddy to ehe building through the first

floor. Bending his knees he closed his hands and lifted the Private up to

the lowest step of the ladder. With well-trained agile moves Mike on

the baly aered through an open window.

Chuck went to a sliding door at the opposite side of the building. He found

it locked by a heavy that was ed through the door handles.

Without a moment of hesitation the burly Lance Crabbed the

and pulled. The muscles of his biceps and across his broad shoulders were

bulging and moments later he felt the ing apart. Chuck grinned

while he pushed his huge frame through the door ihe darkness of the

building. The moans were now much clearer and a slapping sound was audible

as well. Chuck was quite sure to find Brock at work. Carefully he moved on.

With cat-like moves Mike was gliding along the dark corridor. He had removed

his shoes to avoid any hat could have alerted Brock Rowley. The

moaning and slapping grew louder now while the Private approached an open

window that was looking down into a narrow yard from where the noises

emanated. Cautious, Mike eeping down to see what was going on.

The chubby man was laying face-down on an old filthy mattress. His office

trousers were down at his ankles. Despite the huge hand that was c

his mouth, he was gurgling and moaning. Brock Rowley was holding the man

down otress with an iron grip.

"You like that, huh?" The giant grunted while his huge 12 inch cut monster

boner umping the wing man's ass.

Brock had ged their deal dramatically. Orchard lost his wallet, his

golden watch, and his hand phohen the married father of two daughters

was fucked silly, unceremoniously on a filthy mattress of a ramshackle

doarehouse. 

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