Fuck this driving a forklift: it's for pussies." His hand raised, then waved away in disgust. "Yea, I want to be able to work as hard as you do. Sit a... that computer," his fingers tapped away, then mimed everything to come. "Scribble important stuff down on paper. Drink my coffee. Eat some snacks. Enjoy the air-conditioning. Scratch my ass. Pick my nose. Whoa, shit," he looked at his wrist, "getting late! Better go visit the babes up in Quality--strictly business, mind you!" Here his hands. Then he made me sit on my knees with my face down like a horseback position. He then put his tongue into my hole and licked it thoroughly.Then he stood up and tied up his lungi and raised it to once again reveal his long and huge tool. He spat inside my hole then on his tool and then slowly and painfully put it in. then he repeatedly took it out and put it in again and again. I liked it and he also liked it.He said,” kitna kass rahai hai tera gaand! Teri behen se bhi achcha hai. “ then he. "What am I going to do with Sally?" I asked myself. Leesha usually was at home, so I didn't even think about someone being here to stay with her. She was seventeen, but still. She didn't really have any friends, or anything to do all day, but think up stuff that would probably get her in trouble. I would have to stay home from work I guess.I reached for the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Alan's number. "Morning bud." I said."What the fuck's wrong with you? You sound like shit." I could. As for Arianna, the best intel seemed to indicate that she and the soldier holding her captive, a protégé of General Aamir named Musad – had both died in a drone strike two weeks ago. If so, it was grim news, and Arianna was an unfortunate civilian casualty of a senseless war.Ramirez finished drying himself off and threw the towel onto the floor. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror. Some might have called him a monster. He and his mercenaries made their living by selling their skills to.