If our man actually arrived in time to see the 'kill' he would discover that it could take two hours to deal with the quarry, once it was cornered. Th... protective camouflage would first be torn off, by the hunters not by the dogs. This would reveal a naked more-or-less beautiful young woman, usually a concubine of whom the Emir had tired, but occasionally a slave bought specifically for the purpose. The 'kill' consisted of any hunter who felt so inclined making use of any orifice he fancied for. "I laughed alittle and asked her, "What the hell are MP3's?"It was her turn to laugh, "Music dad, like your old CDs but on the computer."We grinned at each other and there was a moment of silence, she inched a little coser to me, "Dad?" Yeah?" I want to be there for you." Honey you have been, you've done so much for me and our family, maybe too much at times - you still need to be a teenager to and go out and do stuff too." I do, but that's not what I meant. I mean I want to be here for you. ..quelle langue pouvait-il bien parler, Roumain peut ?tre? Arnaudle prit alors pour un Roumain qui pourrait le harceler dans le m?tro...-? Hein! quoi? je ne comprend rien! Parlez en fran?ais! Je suis sur quevous ?tes en train de me dire des cochonneries, especes de salopard! Vousme dites que je suis bonne c'est ca? ?.Mais le riche am?ricain comprenait quelques mots de fran?ais et dit alors:-? You bitch... fuck you! ?.Puis il s'en alla.L'employ? qui attendait son client am?ricain ?tait arriv?. ‘Oh no, you’re going to come in me, or on me, but we’re not going to waste that cum of yours in those pants,’ she panted before pressing her lips back onto mine for another soft, sensuous kiss. The fullness of her lips pressing against me, was a feeling in which I have no words to justify. We slowly ended our kiss and the moist sound of our parting lips filled the hallway. We stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes watching the heated passion that burned in their depths. She knew that I.