They both looked at her thigh as a red handprint appeared. “That fucking hurt” she though, but said nothing. Her sex was tingling now, demanding e...en more attention. Neither spoke. She put her feet on the dashboard and spread her legs. Her knees fell open and she placed the vibrator back on her pussy, pressing the thin material of her panties into the crease between her legs. Her smile returned as she closed her eyes and she gave in to the sensations. As they pulled into the resort, Drew told. When i opened the door, it was my friend anitha. She came to show her dress which she order on myntra. I was unable to concentrate on what she was telling because it was in huge tension. After sometime i came to senses.She was concerning about the length of the dress. She wanted go to pub with his boy friend and wanted to surprise her boy friend by wearing a hot frock. she wanted my advice on how to feel confident about wearing such dress as she didnt wear anything like it that till that day.. Only after agreeing to pay and repair any grass or fence damage did they agree.I met with Robert; some of the web sites he had been watching had been going crazy. One site the Iranians had moved to the general internet to be a forum for hunting for their general. They were having no real luck, although there had been an item that he may have survived the attack.There were only a handful of people in Israel that knew he was alive. The Mossad had seen to that and whisked him away to a Mossad. “Thank you so much for taking the time.”“Oh, you didn’t need to bring me coffee. How nice of you,” he said. He set the milk and sugar aside and took a sip of the black coffee. The professor was an attractive man, with sharp features, dark hair and light eyes. He wasn’t ‘good looking’ in the traditional sense, but I thought he was attractive with his deep voice and his intelligence. He always had a stern look on his face and rarely ever smiled. Perhaps that was part of what made him so.