Xenia closed her legs and lowered them. She might have sighed with relief, but she didn’t have enough breath she was strapped so tight. Somebody pul...ed her robe closed.“You stupid girl,” said Xenia, “how did you think we weren’t going to find it? We’ve got it anyway and now we have to interrogate you. Boris, give the scanner to the grunts and have them scan the cottage, just in case.”Grace heard Boris walk out. She could hardly believe her plan was working, though she had a bad feeling about. The next day, we attended the funeral mass, and the church was filled to overflowing. The Thursday service was reminiscent of a holiday service, where everybody makes a point of attending even though they may not go every Sunday. Father John spoke so well of my father that I started to weep again even though I had thought my tears to be ended by now. He told of construction work that Father had performed for the church over the years at no charge, and what a fine man, good husband, father, and. We held unto each other letting the water wash over us.“Do you have to go though” He said reaching to touch me“Yes babe, it’s going to be for a couple hours” I said putting my trouser onI was meeting a client at her house and knowing Mrs Damola? I will be held there for a couple hours. I went over to my mirror to apply a light makeup, I picked up my bag and stuffed it with my laptop and a couple catalogues.She has to be my most indecisive and impulsive client but she pays really well so I don’t. The water drops from the shower touches all his body parts-her lips, good juicy boobs, her attractive ass, navel, her beautiful hairless pussy, her thighs, everywhere. After bath she went out of the bathroom wearing the towel only which was not enough to cover her breast and ass. She then decided to sleep as such, and she slept very fast may be because of the journey.When she wake up it was 8:30am.She then immediately have done all her morning duties and wear a black saree which was a gift from.