Cassie seemed a little uncomfortable talking about it, and didn't volunteer any more information.When we got back to the apartment I spent a couple of...hours stringing speaker wires as unobtrusively as I could. I was still working at nine o'clock when Cassie told me that they had to go to work. Whatever it was they did in the 'entertainment' industry, it had some strange working hours. Disk jockeys, maybe? I told them I would come back the next night to finish.That night Cassie was there by. That worked for a second, but then they started moving closer again. “Tell them again.”Hamza ordered them to stop a second time, and they did so, and this time the guy in front spoke back to him. He was smiling and looking innocent, as were his buddies. I kept watching him, and he wanted to keep inching forward. “What’d they say?” I asked Hamza.Hamza turned back to me and spoke lowly. “They said they are Kurds traveling to visit relatives, but they lie. They are dressed like Kurds, but they. “I suggest that, if you wish to not have to replace most of your soldiers, you not make me wait longer.”“Our apologies, it was wished to learn your intent...” the voice continued.Risen’s face screwed into a look of rage as he started to fire, killing at least another twenty.“I either speak to the actual queen or I will kill everything that comes near me.” Risen spit.“How dare you I am...” the voice started.“Cut the crap! The real queen would never apologize to me, she is far above that.” Risen. I’m also sure Grey can feel it too as he slips a finger inside. It feels so different from this position. Max pulls my right leg on top of his thigh. I feel his finger join in, but he soon drags it down to my puckered hole. The juices he collects from my pussy make it easier to slip the tip of his finger in. I gasp aloud at the feeling. I have never had anything there before, but I quite liked the feeling so far. He pulls it back before inserting more of it in. When the whole finger is in my.