Besides, the last assignment with Mr. Marx involved the authorities and no end of paper work to cover up the mess.His fingers came to rest on the init...als of Mr. Salim. This was a potential, Mr. Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog.But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he. I cant forget reecomeon let me fuckkk your boobs and ur lovely swollen chooth…”, she smilingly came on tome and told in a husky voice, “my dear long lundwala yaar…aaj tho my theraa lammbaa aur motta laudaaa see masth chudwaungeee, meri tho choot faaaddhenaa thuu, meraa hubby ke samnee mast see choodhnaa mere yaaar, thera loudaa ko meraa chooth ka salaaam”, boltee hue, fir mera dono legs ke beechmee aakar uskaa dono chuchiyaaoonko beechmee mera lund ko lagaaaker dhabana shurukari….again my cock. I was head boy of the school, a post I liked to think was due to all my fine characteristics but the guys reckoned it was just because they wanted a hard man to keep the other kids in line. I didn’t care either way, I enjoyed the responsibility it gave me. I was studying law, economics, French and politics. I chose these subjects because they offer several lucrative career moves whether as a lawyer, a politician or an accountant. I couldn’t lose either way. Why French? You ask. Couple of good. Where did she come from!?"Haha, gotcha," the bespectacled woman gloats, squeezing you a few more times with her strong arms. "You must be Tom, right?" She doesn't give you a chance to answer. After squeezing you for another minute, the woman lets you go and stands in front of you to look you over while she ponders. Before you stands a tall, black-haired Japanese beauty. What immediately strikes you about her is her curvy, feminine figure, clad in only a white sling bikini and an open lab.