The focus shifted back on the the mysterious syndicate that kidnapped Francesca and Roxanne. It would seem they were specialized in human trafficking since they looked so fluent in what they were doing. And judging from their behavior and destination, it surely wasn’t their first time committing this act.

“Mama, we’re back,” sighed the sinister gentleman as soon as they entered the back door of a secluded building. “Give me a drink, I’m as dry as a husk on the desert!”

A woman in her mid-40s came out to receive their arrival. She couldn’t hide her age behind her thick makeup but still she looked desirable, thick and plump in all the right parts of her smoking hot figure.

“Welcome back, Trappie! It’s very rare for you to look this exhausted,” welcomed the sensual madam. “What made you this way? Someone’s pronouncing your name wrong again?”

“Mama Mia, you’re the only one I allow to call me that way but don’t push your luck,” said that gentleman while taking off his hat. “And no! It’s no