Charles would always be a stumbling block in the way of crooked politicians and the people who manipulate them. My job - self-appointed – was to sep...rate the garden-variety crooks from those willing to kill for more power, money, or control.Jack and I talked at great length about the need to find out where these people were coming from, and how to use information to cut them off from any attempt to harm Charles. When Jason turned out to be the person who sold out Charles and got my entire crew. Ki bepar? Karo kono kaj achhe naki?Masima bollen, na na. Tumi ki vabo tomake sudhu kajei daki?tumi to amar chheler moto? Moto kano?tumi ja korechho,tumi to amar ar akta chhelei. akdin kano? Kaj na thakle aaj e eso na baba.Tomar ma ke o to bole esechhilam. Vablam jonmodin-tin achhe mone hoy. Abar akta khoroch badhlo. Aaj abar ak bondhur bari jabar kotha chhilo. Monta teto hoye gelo. Tokkhon e snigdhar mukh ta mone porlo. Teto vab ta anek ta kete gelo. Thik korlam office pherot jabo. Office er. “Hi,” she said, clearing her throat and pushing the laptop over a bit to show only her arm. “Turn the speaker down,” I said, remembering there were young people trying to sleep in the house. “Who’s there? Is that your man?” The stranger asked. “Yes,” my wife answered, looking over at me. “Is that ok?”“Sure,” the stranger answered, lightly running his fingers up and down his shaft and over his shaved balls. “Show me your tits,” he instructed. My wife laughed and ever so slightly leaned her chest. He knew from the start how naughty I was, and he loved that about me. He aggressively pulled my toned legs towards him and wrapped them around his waist. Impatient, I started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his trousers. As much as I loved the shirt, it came off too. I was now one layer closer to him as I lay down, but he was still wearing his white underwear. His dick under the thin cotton was so close to my open wet pussy in the middle of my legs around him that I was willing to.