Preeti’s moaning became louder.I was making circles around her navel with my tongue. Eventually, I inserted my tongue inside her navel and started t...ngue-fucking her deep navel. Her moaning was getting louder and louder. My tent was getting harder too.I slowly removed her saree. She was in an inner skirt and blouse. She started taking my clothes off. I pulled the string of her inner skirt and that came off real quick. My shirt and pants had gotten off by now. I turned her around and made her. The ways in and out and the street layout were very important to us, and even though we'd studied them for hours on maps, studying them in person was the best bet.Angela carefully kept notes for me, speaking quietly to the iPad, that was equipped with a special microphone that not only recorded to the cloud, everything we said, but sent real time audio to our backup team. They were getting everything we said, so that when the roof caved in, they would have as much information as possible to. He got out and opened the gate. Then drove in. The gate shut behind him but it wasn't locked. Lucky for me. I drove up and parked and walked through the gate. I followed the fresh tire marks as long as I could. They drove about mile in and it was fucking dark. I saw headlights and went that direction. It was them. Finally. I walked as close as I could but I couldn't see. So I went up to another road above then. Binoculars in hand. When I got to where I could see and focus on them I saw she was. Milaheard her squeal and then saw that Sarah had found her Louboutin heels;she smiled and shook her head.They both unpacked Peter?s clothes and put them away; Peter had retiredto the downstairs office and was beavering away.Retiring back to the kitchen-diner Sarah again offered coffee and Milatook a cup and asked Sarah to join her.?Can I ask you a personal question?? Mila asked.?Well I don?t know Mrs Randal; I guess that depends what it is?? Sarahsipped her coffee innocently.?Dianne Hislop told.