Romantic Pit Stop

(Part 16) Jessie and Pedro traveled almost all night, stopped at a convenience station in São Paulo after running six hours nonstop. The fuel was in the reserve and the car overheated, needed to be cooled and rested a bit. Both were also hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. The girl asked him to wait inside the vehicle, she would go first, she was afraid to leave the powerful alone, because all her belongings were inside him. Pedro supplied, put additive water in the car and parked at the entrance of the diner as they had agreed. After the snack and bathroom, both stayed in the vehicle resting for a few minutes. The moment of relaxation, added to the feeling of freedom and the impending fortune waiting for them at Guarulhos airport, allowed Jessie to let her contained desires roll. They cuddled with kisses and spicy caresses. The male hand touched her sex continuously inside the dress making the girl strong and warrior purr like a cat in heat. The female relaxed by becoming submissive and completely given to the moment and intense enjoyment as if those fingers were the member of her partner leading her to heaven. — Damn you, you made me come too hot. There was no one in sight at the specific location to disrupt the love affair that promised to break in at dawn. She crouched her mouth toward the limb exposed by him, sucked and caressed through his extension with the delicacy of his female hand. The young mistress also reciprocated the pleasure received by sucking nonstop until she induced him to enjoy and received in her mouth an absurd amount of semen. Hours earlier, in the same night The men sent to capture the concierge, arrived in Itapema when Maciel's mother's residence was completely destroyed and the firefighters were doing the rescheduling work. A pizza delivery guy, still standing among the curious, reported seeing a car on fire in the backyard as he approached the house. He also saw a Santana with a Bauru-SP sign coming out singing tires across from the residence. — Did you see who was driving Santana? — asked the head of that group. — I didn't see it. The windows were on camera. — Can you remember the plate numbers? — No, I just noticed the town. I was curious because it's a long way from here. - Then I stopped to call the fire department. The inside of the house was also on fire. — Santana's color was wine, and it went towards the center — it concluded. The car burned to the ground was a gray Corolla. Inside the house the firefighters found two charred bodies and could only be identified with the arrival of the technicians of the scientific police or later in the IML. The chief (Breno Glock) reflected and worked with the hypothesis that the corpses were Maciel and Paola. “The stripper was unlucky to be connected to the concierge, used it to locate it and both were silenced.” His reasoning led him to the element that pierced the blockade driving the Honda Civic on the day of the coup: “He must be an experienced guy and the head of the group” — he thought by gathering the information. — “Only a guy directly involved in the employer’s security would know so many details to successfully execute the dollar theft.” Breno was a civil police investigator in SP, still active. Their extra services were requested not only for their quick solutions and executions without leaving traces, but mainly for their investigative capacity. He focused his attention on Tenório after getting his description at the nightclub: “The request for leave of work made by security was no coincidence... He also did not work on the day of the theft of the Audi...” The investigator sewed up all the details and concluded his reasoning. He's gathered to follow his commands. — Let's go back to São Paulo, we need to question a bastard. Go on...