Paradise island-Matt part 3 Matt drove his Jaguar into the ..

Paradise island-Matt part 3 Matt drove his Jaguar into the parking building in middle of downtown London. He speed down the parking building ramp. At each turn he went deeper and lower, under ground. He love his car. It was his pride and joy, next to his kids. He loved it power. He turned another corner and came to a stop. The ramp in front of him was blocked by a closed gate. He reach out and pushed a button on his car’s console, and the gate opened. He drove through the gate and continued down the ramp, making turn after turn. Finally he reached the bottom of the parking garage and parked his car by a elevator. He got out of the car and adjusted his tailored suit. He then walked toward the elevator doors. Matt stood in front of the elevator’s door a few seconds as the concealed cameras digitally scanned him. When the door opened, he stepped into the elevator. There were no floor buttons, just a keypad by the doors. As soon as the doors closed, Matt keyed in a four digit code and the elevator began to move up. As the elevator climb, Matt checked himself out in the four mirror walls. He was stylish in black leather shoes, no socks, slim black trousers that hugged his thick thighs. His tailor suit jacket was cut to show off his wide back and tapered down to showcase his narrow waist and wide muscular ass. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, showing off his smooth muscular chest. The elevator opened on to a busy open office area. Well dress men and women were busy as they walk from desk to desk, talking, delivering papers. Matt crossed the large office area toward the double doors at the end of the room. He came up behind an older elegant woman, surprising her. “Matt, don’t do that,” she jumped in surprise, slapping his muscular arm with the file she held. He laughed and teased her, “you know I can’t resist, Charlotte.” Although married, Matt was a flirt. “Such the tease,” Charlotte laughed and sit at her desk in front of the doors. “You better get in there,” she nodded toward the door. Matt tap at the door before entering the inner office. The office was large and decorated in wood paneling and antique furniture. “Ah, Matt, my boy, come in,” Ian Smith stood up from his large antique desk and cross the room to greet Matt. Ian Smith was a short man in his fifties. For the last ten years he was the director of the highly classified department of MI6. It was well known that he was answerable only to the prime minister. Ian put his arm around Matt’s wide shoulder and guided him over to one of the high back chairs in front of his desk. As Matt sit down he saw an older man sitting across from him. “I think you know Lord Thomas, the head of the Home Office,” Ian motioned toward the older man. “We met,” Matt and Lord Thomas nodded toward each other. Matt always thought that Lord Thomas look like Churchill or a bulldog. The man was large and fat. He was sitting back in the deep chair, toying with the ivory head of his walking cane. The older looked at Matt is disgusted as Matt sit with his muscular legs spread. The lord disapproved of Matt’s man spread. The tight trousers proudly displayed Matt’s full bulge. “So, Michael invited you to the island,” Lord Thomas asked in his gruff voice. “Yes, he emailed me back late last night and invited me to the island this weekend. Michael believe that my wife and I are getting a divorce. He said he arranged with the resort management for all expenses to be paid for and I can stay as long as I like.” “We’re sorry that your friends had fallen victims but the coincidence that they were your friends are too much for us to pass up,” Ian chimed in “Yes, I am a friend to both Mike and Andrei, but the napping of two fitness models seem a little out of our lane, as the Americans say,” Matt knew that this case was way beneath their skill sets and authority. The two older men looked at each other. Lord Thomas leaned forward. “We believe the island resort is owned by a very secretive criminal organization that called themselves the Cartel.” “A drug cartel,” Matt asked, feeling uncertain about what he hearing. Ian paused, “not quite. From what he heard from our underworld contacts. This Cartel is much larger and more powerful then any criminal organization we know of. According to our information drug cartels and the various mafias could hide under its shadows.” “With all of our advance technology and spy networks, it hard to believe that something as big as this Cartel can be such a mystery to everyone,” Thomas spoked up. Ian continued, “it seem like this Cartel is involved in various legal and illegal enterprises, however, it main source of revenue is the human trafficking of men. To keep itself so secretive, it must have its hands in every major government institutions and police forces.” “So you want me to infiltrate for intel and I hoping to rescue Mike and Andrei,” Matt stood up. “Of course, but beware that the situation is very risky and as usual the Queen’s government would disavow any acknowledge of this mission,” Lord Thomas leaned forward supporting himself on his cane. “Of course, I better get packing then, it a long flight,” Matt stood up and salute the two older men and left. As the two men watch Matt leave the office, lord Thomas whispered to Ian, “yes, he would do very well.” That night, like every night before he leave for a mission, Matt fucked his wife hard and long. She loved his hard muscular body as he slammed in and out of her. Her legs were wrapped around him as she grabbed his muscular ass. She drugged her nails into his meaty ass cheeks, encouraging him to pushed deeper and harder. Finally he howled as cum deep inside her.