“Harder!” Another one somewhere. I recognized the voices, but was so involved with what I was doing, my mind could not place them.I was fucking he... hard and fast. It was not by my own desire, I wanted slow, deep prolonged thrusts, feeling every centimeter of her pussy. But the movements were involuntary. I reminisced about my other encounters. Compared them to Sachi. Jenny came to mind, her slender body splayed open for me. Her tiny breasts, her smallish hips, everything about her was petite,. "That's 11 o'clock last night," she explained. "Eleven-hundred would be 11 in the morning." It's military time," Andy said."OK, we click on it and delete it," Regan said. "Now, we have to give a reason. We can't just delete it without telling the security company why. As soon as we delete this, an alarm will sound at their office. If we don't put in an appropriate code immediately, well, the cops will be here in about two minutes. I'm not talking the local security team. I'm talking full-on. It was almost clinical and I was disappointed that nothing was happening. Then she paid him and he left.A week passed and again she wanted a massage. I asked her is she getting everything for that amount? She said that the clothes get in the way but she can’t take it out like other women. I assured her that since she had massages when I was there, there is nothing to worry and people usually undress for a good massage. She kinda agreed and said let me see.Manoj arrived as usual and I ushered. Pulling back she whispered, ‘I’ll always love you father.’ With that she dropped the hand and turned on her heel. Back straight as an arrow again, no move to wipe the pink spittle from her cheek or blood from her mouth, she strode from the room, turned down the hall and was gone. She knew there was nothing left for her in her father’s room. The most important thing on earth had just left. Ducking into the back of the red Duisenberg, Henry Bartholomew handed her a thick envelope. As they drove.