I fly planes. If it has wings or routers I can fly it. And I have. l have flown nearly everything. When contact was made I was not very happy about it. The CIA has a bad rep for hanging people out to swing. The contact was for me to begin working for the drug cartel in South America. At least it wasn't the ones in Mexico. But it was not a lot better.
So about ten years ago I did what they wanted and let myself be drug into flying for them. And the more I flew for them the deeper I got and the more I knew. The CIA left me pretty much alone to dig in as deep as I could. I suspected they were cutting into the traffic of the Mexican Cartel and that our CIA was tied to them and they were ask to cut down the cartel in south America.
Now I can not prove that but I think that is part of it. When I began flying for them I'd been married about 4 years to my wife Sandy. We had not started our family yet then. Sandy was my high school sweetheart and I was her one and only lover on her 18th birthday. We had married as soon as we had both graduated from college.
I was 24 and Sandy was 23. My wife had just turned 27 when I began to fly for the cartel down there. I had been flying for several months when I went to the first party they put on. Lots of sex and lots of drugs. I tried to stay clear of both. Several young very naked young women and they were openly shared by all.
My wife is a very strikingly pretty woman. Sandy is 5' 2" and usually about 122pounds. Some would say she is ten pounds too much, but her legs are very shapely and her hips nicely rounded. Her breasts are a nice 34C cups of very perky up turned perfect. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute round face of a doll baby.
I guess I had been to maybe three of their parties when Manual brought up the idea of Sandy coming to one of their parties with me. I really did not like the idea, but you need to be very careful about who you piss off. The next party Batista brought up the idea again of my wife coming too. And he pushed some that I enjoy myself a bit more at the party.
So a couple flights later I was encouraged to bring my wife with me on the next flight for that nights party. I tried the think of a way out of it. But I finally decided it was a must to bring her along.
We flew in about 4 pm that afternoon and we were shown to my usual suite in the huge house the parties were held in. We ate a quiet meal in our rooms and took a nap. The parties usually didn't start until after 9 pm. As the time grew near party time we began to get ready for our first party.
I dressed casually in slacks and an open neck shirt. Sandy came out in a new very short dress of a pretty blue with string straps holding the small cups up over her perky breasts. I remember thinking how easily her firm breasts could be exposed if the straps were brushed off her shoulders.
I was very proud of my beautiful wife as we entered the hall where their parties were held. We circled and had a few drinks as the evening started to heat up. There were maybe 60 people in the group so far. Several of the young women who were usually nude were there as usual. And a few I had not seen before.
Manual was making his rounds as usual and he came by and met Sandy. I could tell he was impressed. He did mention Batista wanted to meet her too. I need to tell you a bit about Batista. He is the scary one of the members of the group I fly for. I have been told he is the enforcer. A stone cold killer and a huge sexual predator. He scares me.
Shortly after Manual came around and met us I saw Batista enter. I steered Sandy as far away from where I could see he was as I could. But we ran directly into him a few minutes later. I introduced him to Sandy and he took her hand and swept her off to the dance floor. As a few minutes turned into 30, I caught sight of them out dancing together on the floor.