Apko leta ker apna muh aapki tangon ke beech mein rakh ker puri raat aapko chatna chchate hun….Aur aapki chut mein meri 3 ungli daal ker aapko chodn... chahata hun aur aapki chut mein ek badi mombatti le ker ander bahaar karma chahate hun….Aapke momme ko chusna chahate hun jais ekoi baccha god mein le ker chusta hai…..Wah badi cheez karma chahate hai mere saath….Khada bhi hota hai itna ya aise he…Yeh sun ker us bihari ne meri biwi ka haath le ker apne laude per rakh diya aur dusra haath mere. It had been a lousy day for Robert. Robert was a district manager for a retail company that had several locations in malls in the region, and his day had started with having to fire one of the managers. To make matters worse, he had seen his ex-wife and her lover in the food court during his lunch. Once he was done with work for the day, he had headed towards home, but stopped at a nearby bar for a few drinks. He wasnt sure how much he had drank, or how much he had spent on those drinks, but. There was just something about the timing that was off. She wanted to give herself to her, but felt like there was a bridge she had to cross first. Didn't want Janey to get tangled up and cut by her rough edges. She was too good for her. She looked up at the brownstone and then reached the door, freezing. She saw splinters on the outside as though the door was jimmied. She looked over her shoulder, darkness not revealing much but outlines of cars. She silently pushed the door and felt it give. Back at Ramzy El-Najjar's harem she was her usual spitfire self, but he had behaved exactly as he had promised and nobody had raped her since the hunt. The relentless physical training continued, as Rubina had a distinctly Italian tendency to put on weight.The day of what turned out to be Rubina's last hunt dawned bright and clear, as did almost any day in Kobekistan when there wasn't a sandstorm. The hunt would move off at eleven, so she was duly dressed in her camouflage suit and released at.