Promise
Copyright© 2017 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 22: Thumb Drive
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: Thumb Drive - A promise is a promise. To her, to yourself, to those who depend on you. Love is the solution and the problem, we all learn that one way or another. The diplomatic life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes it's better. Especially in a country with ancient albeit unusual traditions and good food. NOTES: Please check the codes before you read. There is MM, oral, here and there (marked at beginning of relevant chapters). There are 25+ chapters, and will post in about six segments.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Ma/Ma Mult
I SAT DOWN with José María and Jacob for breakfast the following morning in a quiet corner of the embassy courtyard.
“I heard about your little encounter last Friday,” José María said. “One hit to the solar plexus and that was it? Not bad.”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, right. Except for that roundhouse swing just as he was going down. That put me out of the fight for sure.” I laughed. “Good thing it seemed to be over. Good thing Monsieur M’s driver, Carlos, was there, too.”
“You saved the damsel, Michael, no question.”
I nodded. “I like Alejandra, no BS. I’m glad I was there. Monsieur M was very grateful and invited me into his study Sunday night to tell me so.”
With that I told Jacob and José María what I’d seen on Monsieur M’s computer monitor. I had their attention and José María made a couple of notes.
“Did you recognize the boy and girl, Michael? Had you seen them before?”
“No.”
“What about the location?”
“It was grass, a garden, José María. Outside, obviously, but no place I recognized. It was only a second, remember.”
José María nodded.
“It doesn’t really prove anything other than Monsieur M likes to watch what seems to be underage porn, we know that.” He leaned forward. “The thing is, Michael, we’d like to know what else is on his computer. We don’t really care about his porn collection, unless it’s got seriously hardcore stuff and underage models, or unless it gives us leads to his trafficking operation, like faces we recognize from the girls and boys we’ve picked up.”
I didn’t say anything. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
“So we’d really like to know what he’s got.”
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