He hands the folder back to the man as he leaves the room and locks the door behind him. He holds a picture of you with and another man in uniform.Yo... recognize the man in the photo a little bit. "You were the last one seen with this man before his death" The man tries speaking slowly. You recall the man, slipping him a knockout drug and seducing the secrets out of him. A victory for mother Russia.Without a word the man slaps you again knocking you back on the floor. expecting to be lifted. One guy, about her age, greeted her. He was dressed in a suit and you could tell by talk and demeanor that he thought he was a player.After the service she suggested we stay for coffee. The wife was quick to say, thanks, no thanks and we left. The minute we got in the car, the wife blurted out, "That whore was all over you." I tried to play it off as her just being friendly, but yea I got that impression too.The next Sunday the wife had to work so I went alone. She came in and walked right past. After sometime she came inside and said i will apply oil and even her dress will get spoil by saying she started to remove her sari and standing in her blouse and langa. My penis pooping out from towel by seeing her huge cleavage, then she removed her blouse and petticoat in front of me and cover only a towel exposing her half boobs and sexy thigh. By seeing that i could not able to control my sex urge.She started to rub my body with oil and asked me to remove my towel i was shocked by hearing. It was several minutes before I could sit upright and drive again. Anne put me back into my pants and closed me up before taking my hand and placing it back between her legs. Still wet and her clit was still exposed, she had another small orgasm just as we pulled into her driveway. I pulled near the garage and turned off the car. “Now,” she said stopping to take my hand and suck her juices from my fingers, “you’re going to put on that little devil mask, and we’re going to go in and greet.