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Missing Her 

Dawson 

་ན ོ༤ 

“It’s time to make our move. We’ve been here long enough, our plan of action is in place. Court Reynolds will be leaving the country to hop over to Germany. He has a mistress there. I have already tampered with his breaks, and if that doesn’t work, I contacted our contact in Germany to take him out. Ford, were you able to get the sleeping gas in place?” I asked. 

“Yes, yesterday Court had a construction crew go into his manor and reinforce all the doors in the house with steel and new locks. We also installed bars on the lower windows. He caught one of his staff trying to help Ashley and had her killed. The body is buried in the rose garden under their bedroom window. When we have Ashley, I will contact the local authorities with an anonymous call. I put the sleeping gas canisters on a timer to go off at five a.m. The staff will be out for two hours. That’s how long we have to get her out. Which should be a breeze.” 

“Davis you and Mic will be the ones to extract her, Ford you are backup. in case anything goes wrong. I’ll stay with the plane. Let’s make this clean boys. I want to get home to our girl in one piece.” 

“She should be in our home by now,” Mic said. 

I nodded. “I checked the camera’s and saw her enter. She then checked out her room and ordered pizza and watched movies. She slept for twelve hours and left this morning. I also just checked our chat thread. You guys might want to open it and send a quick message, there’s motivation there for us to come home safely,” I said with a wicked grin. I had to jerk off several times already. I wanted to wait for the guys before sending a quick text. 

“Jesus f*cking Christ!” Ford shouted. 

Mic and Davis groaned in appreciation. 

“I f*cking miss her, I can’t wait to get home and sink my c*ck into her sweet p*ssy,” Mic said. 

“And her mouth,” Davis said. 

“And her ass,” Ford murmured, the phone right up to his face. 

“What are you doing, Ford?” 

“I was hoping I could smell her p*ssy through the screen.” 

I snorted, I was pretty sure he was serious. 

“Alright, let’s get some sleep. Send your texts out, the alarm goes off at three where we will go over the plan one more 

time.” 

My phone started buzzing instantly as I made my way to my tent. We had set up in a field that was about ten miles from Court Reynold’s estate. The guys were sharing a tent and I had my own. Their f*ck fest the night before kept me up and that’s when I looked at my phone, which I would never have done in the past. Radio silence meant just that. When I saw there were several messages in the chat thread, I clicked on it and groaned. My baby’s sweet body, clothed and unclothed, was on display. This girl was something else. Her body would make any p*rn star jealous, she was so f*cking perfect. My c*ck had gone instantly hard and with the noises that were coming from the tent beside mine, and the pictures in front of my eyes, I couldn’t resist. I had pulled my c*ck out, spit in my palm and started jerking off. Seeing her fingers in her sweet p*ssy, I could just imagine how they felt, and the sounds they would have made and her sweet 

moans. 

I couldn’t get enough of her. In person, I craved her constantly. It took everything in me to concentrate on everyday tasks and not want to find her and slam my c*ck into her. Sharing her was hard, because I wanted to be inside her constantly. Having her last weekend was f*cking epic. I honestly don’t know how I am going to be able to function when we go home. 

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Masing Her 

To have her there constantly was going to wreck havoc with my willpower, because it seems when it comes to her, I have 

none. 

Ever since meeting Isha, she’s been on my mind. I even found the site her books were on and I downloaded one. The girl had a dirty imagination, and I would love nothing more than to re-enact some of these scenes with her. She had me jerking off twice as I read about three bikers tying a club wh*re up and having their way with her. One of them had a whip and used it to mark her body. Was Isha into that? I don’t know if I could mark her skin up like that. She was so beautiful, and I didn’t want to mar her skin. But maybe some spankings? Maybe with a paddle? I’ll have to talk to her. I want to fulfill her every fantasy. 

Mic: Baby girl, our mission is almost over and the moment I see you, I’m impaling you on my c*ck. No matter where you are, those are some phenomenal pictures. 

Davis: I’m going to eat that p*ssy until you squirt all over my face. 

Ford: That ass is mine Princess. You just f*cking wait, I’m going to eat and f*ck it. 

Man, they were really worked up. I was pretty sure I was going to be hearing some skin slapping again soon. 

My baby, I call dibs on spending the night in your bed the first night we get home. 

Mic: F*ck I should have thought of that. 

You can join us after I’ve had my way with her. 

My Baby: I miss you guys so much. I’ve been so worried. I know you said radio silence, but I am so glad to hear from 

you. 

I quickly clicked over to the boys’ thread. 

What does that mean? Is she saying what I think she’s saying? 

Mic: I don’t know, I’m a little stunned right now. My brain glitched. 

Davis: I’m going to pretend that it does, because I’ve got to tell you all, I’m falling hard, 

Same 

Ford: I’m going to choose that it does too, because same here. 

Mic: Thank f*ck I thought I was the only one. 

I clicked over to mine and Isha’s thread. 

My baby, we miss you too. Are you okay? 

My Baby: I’m just feeling a little lonely. Nothing to worry about. I can’t wait for you all to come home. Apparently, when I’m lonely I spend lots of money on random strangers. 

Anyone I need to worry about? 

My Baby: LOL no. 

Okay, going back to radio silence. I love you baby, goodnight. 

I wanted to be the first to say it. I turned off my phone and smiled. The first groans hit my ears and I chuckled. It was 

going to be a long night. 

My alarm went off at three a.m. I woke up with my hand on my hard d*ck and c*m on my stomach. Did I f*cking jerk off in my sleep? Apparently I did. I cleaned up, I heard the guys moving about. 

We went over our plan, and then they headed out an hour and a half later. I watched on the camera feed that was on their 

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“Gas should have done its job by now,” Ford said. 

“Let’s go,” Mic whispered. 

They were off, Davis hacked the gate, and it opened. They ran swiftly to the front door. The guards that were supposed to guard the grounds had been taken out with contaminated food that was delivered by a maid we bribed the morning before. The dogs were drugged, so there was no impediment. Ford, being the forward thinker that he was, made keys to 

the front door and Ashley’s room. 

They easily got inside. There were bodies on the first floor of the staff passed out on the ground. I watched as they made their way up the stairs. Ford stopped there as back up while Mic and Davis moved forward down the hall. More bodies of 

passed out staff were on the ground. 

Davis took the key that Ford gave him and unlocked Ashley’s door. When they entered, she was sitting up in bed, eyes 

wide. 

“Who are you?” she asked in French. Davis told her who they were and why they were there. She scrambled out of bed. We saw the lock around her ankle and the extremely long chain that was attached to it. Mic went to work on the lock. He had it open within three minutes. She ran to her closet and stepped in where we assumed she was dressing. When she came out, she was dressed and she had a small bag. She went to a desk and asked them to unlock it. Mic did. She pulled out some papers. She informed them they were her birth certificate, passport and social security card. 

“I need to divorce him. Can you wait until I print out some papers?” 

“He will be dead soon. Leave a note stating you are visiting your brother in the states,” Mic said. 

I watched as Davis took the chain and lock and threw it in a bag they brought with them. We had planned this, so when the authorities came to the house to inform her of her husband’s demise, we couldn’t have them find the chain. They’d never suspect she was abused and held captive. The death certificate will be issued without problems and, with her being his spouse, she’ll inherit his fortune. Davis had taken it upon himself to make sure everything was left to her and the mistress got nothing. Thank God there were no children. 

An hour later, they were back with Ashley in tow. I had packed up the campsite while I waited, and we were in the air, twenty minutes later. 

“Thank you, thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome. Your brother will be waiting for us at the airstrip when we land,” Ford said. 

She nodded. I smiled, we were on our way home, and soon I’d see my baby. 

Friendly Advice 

Isha 

I was giddy. I had just finished my twelfth book. I submitted it all to my editor and applied for completion. My readers seem to like this story, so I am confident the completion will go through. 

I closed my laptop and looked around. I really wanted to swim, but I had a little cabin fever too. I pulled out my phone and 

dialed Ava.

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