"And?" John asked in that calm tone of his."Yeah, well, I might have hinted that I would tell her husband about her being on the game. But as the girl...said, she just told me to piss-off. I don't think she'd recognised me until I spoke to her about it..." Yeah, we never take much notice of little pricks like you!" Crystal butted in. She still sounded extremely angry. Possibly more angry than I was at that moment.John raised his hand to silence Crystal and nodded to Talbot, telling him to carry. When I got home, I checked my address book and dialed the number.“NIS. Special Agent Carston.”“Hey Pete, it’s Steve.”“Steve, what’s up? Why are you calling me at work?”“I need some advice. You know I’ve dated the Russian girl off and on, and I’m friends with her father. They visited me the other day and now the FBI wants to talk to me. I don’t know what to do.”“If you haven’t broken any laws and you aren’t spying, then don’t sweat it. It’s going to be routine. Just answer their questions. She was sucking it like a hungry bitch. Abhinav’s cock was dripping with her saliva. In between, he would pull her up and kiss her madly.When Abhinav told Neema that he was about to cum, she increased her pace and took his cock fully in her mouth and gave a gentle bite on the dick’s head which made Abhinav cum all inside her mouth. Neema drank every drop of it.Abhinav rubbed off the remaining cum and saliva dripping from her mouth with his fingers and made her suck them. Her pussy was wet by. " Why are you telling me?" You're her father, and I needed someone to talk to. And, I knew that youwould understand."He sat there in thought for a few minutes, then said, "I guess, if it wasa one time thing, and Jason understands, then we should just let it go."On Sunday, as had become a tradition, Ronnie and Jason met her parentsfor a late morning Mass at the parish church, then afterwards they wouldgo out for lunch, and back to the Guischard home for the afternoon, anddinner.This Sunday as.