Watching her arms fall back along with her head, propping herself up with her elbows, I watch as he pulls back and slides a finger into her wet pussy....You are so fucking wet, what have you been doing all day? I couldn’t hear her reply. All I could hear was the thrum of the vibrator. Her moans replace the sound of the toy, her cries of fuck yes as I watch his arm thrust back and forth. I see his thumb on her clit and his fingers fly into her as her body falls back. Her breasts pushed sky high as. He gave her a tender kiss. "I'll see you in a few days when you get back."Holland stole one more kiss, then walked out of the apartment, a valet bot carrying his things. As he got in the elevator, he put his public persona back on, the one that was gruff, impersonal and cold. Just before the doors closed, he winked at his girlfriend. She waved and returned a pleasant smile. Then it was off to London.The next few days passed quickly for Holland. His subordinates—he didn't dare give them the. Since I had a few days left before my return to Madurai, I decided to spend the rest of the time in Chennai with my uncle and auntie. They live alone as their two daughters are studying in Bangalore. I had last seen uncle and aunt during my grandfather’s cremation, which happened when I was 6-7 years old. So it had been quite a while since I had seen them. But I still had a vague memory of both, especially of my aunt. Hence, I was both eager and excited to meet them. On my arrival, I was. “My son told me that your partner was here, too.”She seemed startled. “He’s workin’ somewheres.”We sat down in a small conference room. “Tea or coffee?” Wilgar asked.“Coffee, please. I only drink tea from a billie.”Cheryl went to the door and spoke to someone outside.He laughed. “You appear better than you were yesterday.”“Yes. I spoke with my son.”“The nungungi. Did he take away a burden?”“He suggested part of a method.” I leaned forward. “Do you know the Dreamtime story of how the kestrels.