Her 34 B busts were bursting out of her deep neckline nighty, and her thinnest jewelry was stuck between her cleavage. her hair were tightly gripped, ...nd her smile was not pleasant today, it was seductive. huh! i was almost dead lock at my place. and she turned around and asked me to follow her to the kitchen.Her buttocks were filled with extra flesh. her black nighty was just above knees. She was cooking tea, i was standing besides her, examining her BOOBS! and i was shivering and speechless.. He offered his hand as I prepared to leave the safety of my carriage…”Good evening ma’am and welcome to The Lancaster”. I stepped from the vehicle and took a deep breath, dressed in black heels, high, and obviously expensive, my sheer hold up stockings suitably complimented them. My black velvet cocktail dress was a very classic cut, it skimmed my body well, d****d low enough at the front to give a glimpse of cleavage but subtle in its elegance. It was only as I walked into the marble foyer. It's just a flesh wound. What about Uri." Killed in the firefight by his own people," I said "Make it happen. Get the angle right."Anya shot him twice, with one of their guns, from about ten feet away. He was standing beside my cruiser, when he died.We were trying to make the trade when it went south. He got shot in the crossfire. It was my story and I was sticking to it. Jennifer would have the jury crying, if I got the girl back."Three dead or dying," Vlad said. "We have to go. One of them. As a younger man, he'd developed a penchant for Irish redheads. A real Irish redhead could drive a person crazy, that wild carrot-colored hair on her head and between her legs. He loved to part that flaming thatch below, spread those innocent pink Irish-girl lips, lick her into an Irish frenzy that would later cost her a hundred Hail Mary's and a thousand Our Fathers, not to mention a dozen or more Act of Contrition's. He despised the Catholic religion, but loved fucking religious Irish.