Finishing business

Lukas moaned as Mercedes started bobbing her head up and down his dick. "Sounds like someone's ready" Aaliyah purred "I wish you were here with me".

"Yeah me too"

Aaliyah moved the vibrator down to her pussy and started slowly inserting it. Her purring started to turn into moans of pleasure. When she was all the way in, she pressed it against her g-spot. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body. She cooed softly "oh Fuck... oh fuck..."

Lukas grabbed Mercedes by the back of her head, and started roughly fucking her face as he listened to her passionate moans and dirty talk. He did his best to join in. "Ohh... you sound so sexy Aaliyah..."

"If you were here right now, what would you do to me?"

"Fuck your ass so raw, you wouldn't be able to sit for a week."

"Mhmm... such a romantic..." Aaliyah mocked.

"Yet you seem to like it."

"I guess..." Aaliyah's legs wriggled around as she bit her lip. "Mhmm... I'm close."

"I'm close too sexy."

"Cum with me stud... cum with me..."

That's when Aaliyah's body shuddered in a toe-curling orgasm, just as Lukas erupted. He pumped spurt after spurt of warm, salty cum down Mercedes' throat. "That was awesome Aaliyah" Lukas said, sending Mercedes off with a spank from behind. She looked a little disappointed that she had to leave, but knew better than to complain.

"You know, I supposedly called you about your talk with Ruiz"

"Yeah, I'll send you an email, good night sexy"

"G'night stud" Aaliyah said, sucking off her fingers and fantasizing that they were covered in his cum.

Lukas opened a new email and started typing.

How I convinced Lorenzo Ruiz to drop his ****-running and co-found a pet food company:

• Said that since the wtc attacks a few months ago, America has been tightening border security. You lack the opportunity to smuggle
• America plans to invade Afghanistan, the biggest poppy grower on earth. You lack a large stable supply of product
• The age of the **** dealer is over. Cartel heads are being captured every day, you yourself are hiding (like a little bitch) in Columbia
• Don't hope to become the next Pablo Escobar. There will be no next Escobar. You lack statistics on your side
• You are el rey de juárez (the king of Juarez) but, had your uncle not left you everything on a silver platter, you would never have built this empire yourself. You lack the required skills
• You are but one out of thousands of **** runners. You have nothing that makes you special
• Your own men are ripping you off, skimming off the top whenever they can. In a legitimate business however, every peso is accounted for
• Mexican politicians are tired of the **** war and will do anything they can to kiss your ass for being a **** kingpin turned businessman. There's virtually no chance they'll look to closely at our business
• US border security's **** sniffing dogs, are trained to pick up the scent of human-intended volumes of ****. Enough to affect a small pet, however, shouldn't be detected
• There is virtually no way to prove this thing. Most people won't realize that their pet is getting addicted to the **** since they feed them every day. And when they forget to feed them, they expect their pets to go wild.
• Spiking the food is the easiest part of it all. During the mashing process, just toss a packet of heroin into the mix when no one sees.

That's the gist of our conversation. He was **** to agree to what I was saying. Pawfect pet foods opens its doors in November.

Lukas finished his email and clicked on send, before pressing "shut down" on the computer and stepping into the main cabin. He had a secretary to fuck.