I was supposed to survey the farmland, type of soil and crops. This was a time consuming work. It was month of July I went to that village from akola ...y bus.The journey in rainy season is too tiresome. I somehow reached late evening in that village, it was quiet small with typical mud roads dim and distant street light, kabristan at the outskirts and primary school at entry of village. I got down and as per previous instruction I asked for village sarpanch, the guy from the tea stall. They’d used the time well, pulling fingerprints and all the records they could find on him, from his visa and schooling in the US to online purchases and phone records.Crawford kept saying he wished they had a little more time to work up more information before interrogating him since we hadn’t even known this kid had existed till right before the traffic stop on his roommate. Taylor wasn’t one to object to thorough planning. In Special Forces training, they’d spent as much time teaching. My cock got erected and was hard as hell,she turned back to see if anyone was there and saw me feasting my eyes on her ass and playing with my 7 inch tool.She finished her peeing and got up and came to me and told me to that you have got larger than your dad.She got her eyes stuck on my hard cock and asked me how many times do I masturbate in a day.I said 2 times and she asked that whom do I think of while masturbating. I took some courage and told her that I think of her as my heroine to fuck. When she struggled to wakefulness, she wondered for a moment where she was. The memories of the previous two days flooded back, and she was horrified to realise that it was broad daylight outside and she had clearly missed Matins. She draped a blanket round her and tried the door. The door handle did not turn; evidently it could only be opened from the outside.All day she sat, unclothed, unvisited, wondering what, exactly was in store for her here. The College of Correction and Redemption.