Hot liquid sperm was emptying out from his violently contracting balls, flooding searing jets of cum deep into her contracting throat as Christina continued sucking for all she was worth. Her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing desperately the gushing spurts of hot male semen which filled every cubic inch of her cum-drenched mouth.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he whimpered in the final trembling spasms of his draining orgasm.

Slowly, his penis deflated between her semen-smeared lips, but she continued the hungry little nibbling motions, sucking out the last tiny bit of his boiling male cum as she rested her head on his leg. She continued to nip at him gently for awhile before she lifted her head and rose again to her knees.

"When do we meet the husband?" Christina said, her cum-covered mouth shining lewdly in the Mediterranean sunlight.

"This afternoon we shall invite them to the house. Once they're here, they're here for good. We'll hold them while you work on the husband. When the young girl is in the proper state of shock, I think we'll get some good photographs of her. After we get the pictures, we'll release the husband with the heroin but hold onto the wife. He will get her back after he's delivered the drug. We, my dear, will hold onto the photographs for our future protection, and I might add, our future amusement."

Chapter Two

Becky Thompson stretched her long legs out into the sun as she sat alone at an outdoor table in the same Palma sidewalk cafe where she and her husband, Jack, had met the German and the voluptuous Italian woman yesterday. Jack had finally gone to the bar after they had waited quite a long time to order their second round of drinks. He was now talking casually with an elderly Scandinavian woman while he attempted to get the barman's attention.