Ann had been going through the house listing what she would be taking, and already started the packing process, and negotiating with him on a few item....Once she got the word that he would be getting the loan, she got serious about packing the stuff she was taking. All of PJ's clothes, toys, and furniture, of course as well as her clothes and some family heirlooms. She figured she would stay with her folks for the better part of a year, so she did not need much of the other furnishings or. .. At some point there had to be a cutoff, didn’t there. Or was it a ‘cutout’, in the movies? Anyway the CIA weren’t supposed to be operating in the USA, Paul said, and they weren’t supposed to be torturing British women and their daughters, or probably aliens either. So someone would have to transcribe the words into text, so they could pretend they’d got it legally.But what would the aliens be telling? Obscure stuff. It’d take time to transcribe. The transcriber probably had to know a bit. He parked his bike on the side and came back to the car. While walking his eyes were fixed on me and scanning every bit of my body. Though I had covered my bosom with the pallu, the transparent material of the saree was not helping much in it.He could easily see my cleavage that I was sure was visible through the thin material, and mangalsutra resting just at the valley. He opened the bonnet and asked me to start the car. So I sat on the driving seat and tried but to no avail. He came to me. It was amazing! Me dressed like a slut in bed with this massive black man.Holding his huge,, black cock iwith both my hands. Massaging it for his maximum pleasue. It felt so right! Twisting my small sissy hands up an down and all around his well oiled shaft in a very sensual fluid motion gave me such a empowerd rush. I coulld feel his monster cock pulse under my grip and the moans he was making made me feel like I finally found my true purpose in life. I knew what I was doing was the thing.