I surveyed the bar again, still nothing. I was paying far too much attention to the pool, but I had a bad feeling about this. She potted the last sp...t and sank the black like a pro. She was good. I’m not sure if she had this under control or not, but when she smiled and went to take the money, my fears were realised. One of the wasters grabbed her by the shoulder and let her know in no uncertain terms that they weren’t ready to let her leave.I drained my glass and walked casually in their. The dark-skinned tall one was called simply Mister Green. He was actually half Mohawk Indian and had been in several battles of the French and Indian war on the side of the French. His opinion of the French is not repeatable in this account because it is most demeaning and crude in many respects. He was a “silent” killer with a pair of sharp tomahawks under his leather jacket ready to throw or slice a throat with little chance of the target escaping. Thankfully, Mister Green did not drink the. But damn could he kiss. She could still taste him on her lips when she licked them. It was a distraction she couldn't afford, especially now.Lisha stepped into her range of view."Well, hey sugar." Her voice was syrupy with false friendship. "Where's Nicky at? He get kicked off the case?"You'd like that wouldn't you, Lisha, she thought, trying to get the image of ripping the woman's expertly styled hair out. "No, he's at the lab with the letter."God, the woman was annoying. She was dressed in. Fir usne puchha zaruri cheez laaye ho??? Mene kaha kya?? To wo boli chal natak mat kar…Aur nikal ab raha nahi jata…Me utha aur meri kit me se condom nikala…Aur use bataya to wo jese pagal se ho gayi….Mene condom side me rakha aur do pair fela k uski black gili panty pe mera muh rakh diya….Candle light, smell or agarbatti and her pussy …Kya crazy kar dene wala envirnment tha…..Mene panty ke upar hu suck karna chalu kiya wo jor se mera sar ander dabati thi….Wo.