This same darkness made him wish his father would trip on a fold in the Persian rug, breaking a hip or fracturing a collarbone. Khozem had suspected h...m all along, a man who he was supposed to love but could never fathom loving, not for one moment, despite the thin smile he wore.When Khozem and Tariq returned to Mecca, they discussed the other major responsibility of the bavasaab’s position. This was the vast Organization and particularly the Organization’s funds. The money came in the protean. Ta tor nunu ta ke eto kosto dichish keno? Bath room-e giye shanto kore fellei to parishfAmi: eobhoy dao to boli je tumi shanto kore dao na pleasefBoudi: etor sahos to kom na, amake bolchis ei kotha?fEi bole boudi amake joriye dhore or patla bhije misti thot diye ekta chumu khelo amar thote. Amar puro sorir shihorone kepe uthlo, ar ei sujoge amar hat chariye boudi dilo dour. Ami-o pajama ta kono rokome pore niye boudir pechone dhayoa korlam soja living room porjonto. Boudi ekhon amar samne. . I didn’t think Em would bring me back if I drove up there with her.”“You could have called a cab,” I said dryly, then sighed. “Done is done. What’s on your mind? Or were you just calling to ask if we could still be friends?”“I was hoping you’d come to dinner and meet him,” she said in a small voice and Emma recoiled from the phone, looking at it in shock.“You want me to come to dinner and interview my replacement?” I asked, incredulously. “There’s not enough booze in the free world to sign me. There was no need for his saliva. My cunt was already soaking and the hair on my pussy was matted with juice. He pressed the head of his member against the hole and then slid in easily. I gasped, my mouth making a giant ‘O’. I tried not to scream out, but it was no good. With every inch, the pleasure and pain became intertwined. I shrieked as he fucked me harder and harder. I could hear the giggles and cackles from the other women in the toilet, but I didn’t care. I was being pounded by this.