’ ‘That was very thoughtful of you Anthony, very thoughtful.’ For the next two hours, the FBI continued to listen to this tape run, thinking th...t Anthony Caruso and Alberto DiAngiolla were actually in the room talking about some nieces and nephews getting married in the United States. Actually, they were in a sub-basement of a building across the street from them, and the subject was oil, ‘Olive Oil.’ One gallon of olive oil equaled one kilo of cocaine. The oil was so pungent the dogs could. Emily was still the same romantic she had always been and often lost herself in novels, the classic English romances as well as some more contemporary ones she was able to find at the small local library. Twice she went out with a boy from her high school, but that was all. Perhaps without any conscious thought on the matter she was still looking for a man to match her fictional heros.Not dating did mean that she missed the more frequent opportunities for erotic activities that college life had. Her long pony tale was swinging over her shoulder and we stared into each other's eyes as she worked my cock faster and faster.I was holding my ass up off the bed as far as I could to stay in that hot channel, I could see her eyes glazing with that look of lust while her body built to another orgasm. I felt her pussy drench my cock and balls, contracting, squeezing, milking the cum from my balls as I filled her once again. She lay on me, my cock still embedded in her warm cunt and I realized. She looked at Hansa for a few extra moments, then her sholders slumped. Ravi pointed to the study. He watched her walk ahead of him. Even through her sari he could see her well preserved body and apple shaped ass. “Take it off” Ravi said as he sat down on the worn leather sofa.“You’re not really going to spank me”“Yes, and much worse if you continue to misbehave”Sumitra’s hands trembled as she unwound the sari. Standing in her blouse and petticoat, Ravi could see her well proportioned breasts..