Suck my titties, Jack. MY GOD MAN! I love your big fucking cock!”“Are you alright?”“OH YES! I feel good all over, and my pussy still loves you... cock. I’m so glad you don’t have any permanent injuries. I’m still going to write this up with the recommendation that the insurance pay you for all the traumatic feelings you’ve gone through - worrying about permanent damage to your cock and balls and wondering if you’ll ever be able to father a baby. Of course, I’ll have to word it different, it’s. I ran up and sat down. He noticed a glimmer in my eyes. Whats with you today? he asked, laughing. What do you mean? I asked, attempting to and hoping to succeed in flirting with him with my eyes. I dont know. You look….different. Happy. Did I usually look sad? I laughed casually. How did I approach this? So, true love waits. What do you think about that? This caught him off guard and his face reddened. Well, he paused, I didnt expect that. We both laughed. I suppose it is just important to. Time is on your side, and the longer your delay, the less likely it will be that anyone would connect you as a suspect.”She was right but that was a conversation I was not willing to have with her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. My motives were purely logical. To avoid there being any link between me and what was coming for Deirdre, I had to keep any hint of my intentions completely invisible – even from Joan. The real truth was even stranger. I needed to keep my actions invisible –. I have taken hundreds of videos of Bangladeshi village women and go home to wank on their videos. I also go and visit the market and film the women bending from behind, grope the women's asses with my hands or my crotch, pretending that it was an accident. I then stand right behind them feeling their bums with my crotch pretending that I'm just looking at some clothes. In my apartment, I hired a maid with a juicy bum who comes in the morning and leaves in the afternoon. While she is working, I.