I hate talking to machines. There's been a threat made to IrenaGanalov by someone in this country. She's due to appear at theInternational Fashion Fes...ival in Cardiff in two weeks time and I'vebeen hired to protect her. Problem is that I can't really go backstage, and I'll need you to help me there."As Mark was giving him the details several ideas were flashing throughAnthony's mind. Foremost amongst them was recreating the Irena suitthat had been destroyed several weeks ago in the disaster at. " Bullshit! I was with you last night at the dance. I saw the way you were shaking it for anybody with a cock. Admit it bitch!" No, I want you! I was doing that for you."I slapped her ass...once...twice."Oh God", she moaned, "please fuck me."I spread her ankles and tied them to the back legs of the chair. "You need it so bad, you do it," I told her, as I quickly untied her hands. She reluctantly placed a finger along her slit, and started to manipulate her clit. The pool boys had dropped their. As he pushed on to the door, the door swung open _ Hell! His wife and her partners had not even the time or the thought to latch the door, such was the urgency to satisfy their carnal desires! Ramesh fumbled few steps into the room. The tightness in his chest increased and he also started to feel dizzy in the head. He felt his legs getting heavy and his feet getting routed to the ground. The frenzied sexual activity in the servant’s quarters naturally came to an abrupt halt on such an. "Ma'am is for you, Mommy." Then I saw the rest of the message hit her. "You went to the doctor without me? Are you crazy?"I hid a grin as I turned and nodded towards Keven. "Don't worry, pretty Mama," I told her. "Keven was kind enough to waddle with me to the doctor."Gretchen gave me a long look and Keven a longer more appraising one. She smiled and her eyes twinkled as she abruptly stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Excuse us for a little bit," She told the three as led me into the master.