“Please don’t cry.”The meeting was finally over, and all the villagers stood up to leave. Meanwhile, we started walking towards the sarpanch. Ku...um was taking slow steps as she was scared to approach him. I understood what she was going through, but this was necessary.A young assistant introduced us, “This is Dibakar Banarjee and his wife, Kusum.”“Yes, I know who they are. What’s their issue?”“It’s Kusum… pssst…” the assistant widened his eyes, trying to tell sarpanch about the issue without. Only one thing was missing: people. There wasn't even a bartender behind the bar. "The most exclusive VIP club in the world: Nobody is a member!" Jon announced, "A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's heaven for?" Jon pulled Ruth close to him, "Speaking of which" he said. There was a faint snapping sound and suddenly the Modsuit was falling to the floor as Jon pushed Ruth hard up against the wall, her naked body powerless to resist his lips, his hands, his prick. Ruth closed. She moaned loudly with my cock in her mouth, sending vibrations up into my balls. That almost immediately made me shoot off. When she felt my cum spurt into her mouth, she gagged but didn't pull away as I thought she might. My cock kept pumping cum into Aimi’s mouth until it started to run out and down her cheek. She quickly gulped it down and sucked hard to get more. Aimi was quite good at sucking cock when she wanted to be.I licked her clit until she had another orgasm, then turned around and. "Not a rental. They wouldn't want a landlord snooping about. Not a motel either, even a no-tell motel would be too risky. Probably a house, not abandoned -- they'd want power and water -- but a recent sale. It's been done before. They pick it up cheap, when the market's low, and just hold it, maybe rent it out until they need it themselves. Then they'll use it for short-term storage, dump it back on the market before we know it, even burn it down for the insurance. Probably even make a profit.