"A trim down here," pointing to my crotch. "And I really need to unload several times too. I think I am retaining semen it is so bad."Jennifer walks, ...r at least you could call it walking, since she walks so seductively anyway that it is hard to call it anything else."Should I call down my daughters to help you out with your trim," she says while rubbing her hand over my soon to be very hard cock."Oh yes, that would be very nice." I know full well that her daughters enjoy servicing me. They. Except for the imposing wrought iron fence.Agent Morristown was as nondescript as his building. In his 50s, balding, round tortoiseshell glasses, navy blue suit.He had worked with Daddy for years. Homicide Captain Dave Jennings was one of the few local officials who willingly cooperated with the Feds. Daddy had told me, more than once, “The FBI is a resource, a useful tool. Fuck who gets the credit, solve the fucking case.”Morristown had personally, against regulations, gotten Daddy an FBI. Gary: Yes, I understand that. But Linda isn’t very communicative. As far as her mother and I are concerned, she tells us almost nothing about her experiences here. She says she’s been happy here and that’s about it. Isn’t that true, Linda?With a half-smile, Linda nods. Gary looks to Doctor Gordon.Dr Gordon: You knew when you enrolled her that Linda was joining an establishment which is not exactly – shall we say, orthodox in its methods. But it does promise results.Gary: Yes.Dr Gordon: Well, in. Amra bujhte parinee jekakhon ma darza ta khule ghorer bgetore eshe amader chodon lila dekhchilo. Jakhon ami aar didi choda chudi korte korte laurar aar guuder jal khosiye dilam takhon maa amader bollo, “hai bhagowan, tora dujone mile kee korchis?” Ami aar didi chomke gelam aar tar pore ami aar didi lajja te ek dujon ke chipkiye nilam. Ami amar matha ta ektu uthiye dekhlam je maa ghore bhetore darzar kache danriye ache aar darza bhetor theke bando ache. Maar chokh duto aar puro mukhta ragete lal.