"If we are to take this serious, we need to know what kind of threats are likely, that is determined by the kinds of people who want it. Is the threat...the Mafia or is it terrorists," I asked."I see," he said. "The treat could be either one. The cargo has a huge monetary value on the open market. Several terrorist groups would pay large sums for it. They would also try to steel it themselves." Wonderful, everybody wants it. It must me munitions of some kind." I said and watched him try not to. Oh my god not now, we will be repeating it frequently but not today. I asked her lie down for some more time mean while I will bring some refreshment. She asked me not to leave her alone, but I consoled her and left room after getting dressed. Within few minutes, I was back with some eatables and cold drinks. By the time, she had gained some strength. She tried to wear clothes but I said let it be like that only. She was shy to sit like that. She was blushing like newly married and said bhayya. In spite of this consolation, I couldn’t help being afraid of how embarrassing this was going to be.My heart was racing while I heard my parents’ footsteps drawing nearer. Then the door to my room opened and they walked in, still dressed as they had been when they left for their dinner party. Well, this is it, I thought. I glanced at Debby, who still seemed wholly unconcerned.When I dared to look up at my parents, expecting to see anger in their faces, I was perplexed to see that they were both. When He did this we got tons more attention. We rounded the corner and there was the back side of our room. A fuck bench and portable sling were set up so we could see why everyone was there. There was a guy getting blown on one and fucked on the other, but most people were watching. Jessie wanted to perform, and I wanted to as well. He started kissing me and pulling me to the bench near the center of the yard near a pole of some sort. He took my hands and clasped them behind my head and.