Those tests were also being shared with the government, and it showed he was the perfect person for a job as an interrogator.They also decided to ask ...im for this job, because it would be safer for the general public to keep him away from them. The tests had shown that he would do anything to accomplish his job, even use extreme solutions to get to his objective. This was, because he had completely no remorse about the things he did. He just did them when needed and for his own gain.That's also. They treated me as if they had only one son. I felt lost to my brother. He had stolen my girlfriend.Before the marriage, there was a photo session in a separate room and after the photo session was finished, he sent the cameraman out and asked me to take private photos on his mobile. I was ready to take the photos.There were only three of us in the room. Slowly, my younger brother started smiling cunningly and placed his hands on my girlfriend’s smooth hip. My girlfriend was embarrassed and. A cunt made wet by Sue, by her fingers, and by her tongue. Julie wished Sue was still pleasuring her, and not the Arab, whose cock was now fully inside her, she looked across the room. Sue blew her a kiss, from where she lay, waiting her turn, if it came. They walked into Sue’s room on the top floor of their three storey house. Brian hadn’t been in there for longer than he could remember. It was where Sue kept her clothes, and shoes. That and her stuff. It had been locked, that had surprised. They were big too but slightly sagging. I did all that with her tits also.I kissed her tits, squeezed them, pressed them hard, sucked them, pinched and twisted her nipples and I even slapped her tits mildly. Then I buried my face between Sara’s boobs and squeezed both her tits from the side. They smelt really nice. I did the same with Diksha’s boobs also. I put both there boobs next to each other and ran my hand over them. I took Sara’s right boob and Diksha’s left boob together, touched there.