“What do you want?” he demanded.“I want nothing except for our business relationship to continue,” Darrel said simply. “...here are no more copies and the name of the person that gathered the information is in the bottom file.”Prescott found the file and opened it. He immediately pulled out the picture of the man Darrel had gotten the briefcase from.“That little shit!” he fumed as he obviously recognized the person. He was quiet for a minute as he. He had guessed what they would do; it was what he would have done. He set up the decoy observation post and had baited the trap with the assorted rubbish Liam had found, knowing that someone would have the place under surveillance. He had dug a scrape a few yards away, covered himself with camouflage netting and tussocks of marrom grass, and waited. Steve had obligingly showed up. The former SAS man shrugged and mouthed, "sorry, boss." Liam shook his head. No use crying over split milk. Steve. She asked did you enjoyed the show Pradeep. I said little bit only, I wasn’t able to see you completely. Then she removed the Saree and said now you can see. I was just sitting there and seeing her from top to bottom with watering mouth I was getting the feeling of crushing her boobs like anything. She then said ‘ Alage chusthuuntavaa em Ana chesethavaa? ‘ would you just stare like that only or will do something? Then I got up and said looking at her boobs ” veetini pattukovochaa?” Can I touch. ” And then started giving very hard strokes..she was saying “ ahhahaha….dard de raha ai…thoda dhire…” and then she also started giving him response….”aaahhhaaa” he removed his lund out of her chut… and told her to sit in dog style she sat…he stared pushing his lund in her ass…and she resisted…” ye kya kar rahe ho….mere patine kabhi nahi kiya aise….” Sala tera pati bhi to bekar hai aise randi jaisi bivi hai aur uski gand nahi mari …chal abi me kaise marta hu ye dekh…” he inserted his lund..she.