She started screaming..I told Pranathi to sit on her mouthe and shut her up…”Yes sir , I will put my pussy on my mother’s mouth and shut her up�...�…and started mouth riding her mom…Meanwhile Prem was crying loud ..he stopped recording and shouted “Stop this nonsense sir, stop using my wife and daughter like a sex toy .. i had high hopes about you..I don’t want to ruin my daughter’s life like this …I shouldn’t have agreed to your conditions… please sir divorce my daughter and we will be on our way. "We have brought your breakfast and will tidy-up the suite," Mrs. Kelley finished. I stepped away from the door."Come in," I said."Why were we unable to enter the suite? My key didn't work and we even had trouble knocking on the door," Mrs. Kelley asked, resentfully."We put up our own wards last night before going to bed," Sara told her, as the maid, Fianna, wheeled in a cart with several serving dishes, china, and silverware on it."Wards - up here!?" Mrs. Kelley asked somewhat shocked. "The. To him it had always been a waste of time. All of that jumping, lifting things, and running around without going anywhere seemed rather pointless. Life in an office had really done a number on his fitness. He doubted that he could run a hundred yards, now.He tried to remember the last time he’d had a day filled with balanced meals. He couldn’t remember.There had been a time when he had a half a grapefruit, and a slice of toast for breakfast. Lately it had been toaster bagels with cream cheese,. Allan was more of the opinion the guy was a charlatan and damn good at the sleight-of-hand arts than, anything else. Other than the occasional trance thing he does, when he predicts something is about to happen.He seems to manage this trick just often enough and yet inconsistently enough, to make it believable. He did have a high success rate with his predictions too. Allan had noticed the guy was keenly observant and used this fact to make it appear that he knew more than people thought he.