Tab maine batya ki main tare photo kich ke net pe dale ge ager to slect ho gai to sare tanson khatam ho gai ….usne pucha main apane photo kha kichwa... to maine kha abhi kahi bhar jane ki jarurat nahi hai main hi tare photo le leta ho usne kha thik hai bhaya…..fir maine kha ja jake to dresh chang kar le main tare photo kich leta ho aur wo apane dresh chang karne ke liye chali gaiaur fir maine uske photo kich ke net pe dal diya wo bole bhaya main ho to jao gi na main kha to tanson na le ok uske 1. I love fucking you. I'm going to Cum though. I cant' help it any more. I'm sorry."Then Samantha said something that astounded me:"Nicky darling, you may be in my bottom but there is no need for profanity. It's OK that you are Cumming. I want you too. It does feel so good and you've made me Cum already."So "Cumming" was apparently alright but not "fucking". I was confused. But not enough to stop feeling the absolutely wonderful sensations that being buried to the hilt in Sam's arse and Cumming. That I may think the French Republic is full of fools at the top doesn't mean that the nation cannot produce heroes and heroines, and actually may be better for heroines than our country."Enough of that." I closed my eyes as the vaguely apricot aroma of the tea reached my nostrils, when she most elegantly poured. The tea steamed, but so, figuratively, did Carol. I didn't want to speculate about my temperature."I wouldn't insult the Iron Goddess of Mercy, Curt, but Gerri does great scenes over. They could be anywhere." OK, thanks."I drove on thinking what all this meant.The men had a small company name on their shirts - Pineapple Security - itwas a company I had never heard of before. At least not in anythingmainstream security-wise. Pineapple Enterprises was a new tech companythat brought out some new device every year or so, and had some secretlab located in the wilds.I thought about the girl in back of the car. It seemed obvious that shewas escaping from them. But why? What did.