The rest of the sub you can ship to your scrap iron mills at your leisure,’’ I said.‘‘The two hundred billion will be in Treasury certificates...- simply deposit them in your bank when you return to Moscow. ‘‘‘‘One final restriction - you must agree to end all funding and weapons shipments to all terror groups - including Iran - that has been labeled as a terrorist nation,’’ I said.‘‘As a bonus for complying and completing all the proposals, there will be a one hundred billion final payment in. We both decided to go market for shopping she was wearing yellow transparent sari with tight sleeve less blouse which was very low necked exposing most of her boobs which cannot be kept inside her blouse and bra. I can even make out the outline of her bra from her blouse. Her breasts protruded outward were inviting me. Mom was wearing very deep red lipstick on her full lips. She let her long black hair loose which fell below her waist. I now focused on her partially bare belly. She had her. I attended to her wounds with more antibiotic cream, and I had her take some amoxicillin. Then I took her into the spare bedroom, and I brushed her hair. “You’re nice. Why are you doing this? I’m supposed to be training, right?” She finally said. I did her hair up in pig tails before answering her. “Drink this, “I said, handing her a fruit drink with vitamins and a soporific in it. She downed the glass. “banshee, J called me because he messed up.” “How?” “He isn’t following his training. Just as I turn on the water, I notice this nice 62 chocolate brother step up to the urinal, watching me from the corner of his eye. I can see him through the mirror watching my ass as I bend over the sink, leaning on it for support. I guess he must not have thought too much of my being there because the sound of him unzipping his jeans caused me to turn around, all too quickly. I got so fucking dizzy, I thought I would pass out. Once again, the sink came in handy as I leaned against it. Now.