He made copies of the files, securing several under pseudonyms, using anonymous online routers, and storing them in the cloud. Then, wiping the thumb ...rive carefully to make sure that there were no clues as to its origin, he crushed it into small bits and fed it through his garbage disposal. It made a hell of a racket, but no one was going to rebuild that sucker.Last, but not least, he used the same techniques to create a pair of single-use email addresses, based in Dubai, and emailed the files. Arthur’s interpretation: “I didn’t say anything when she captured my head between her legs and rolled off the bed. But I can’t tell you how relieved I was when she decided to unclamp her legs and give me a bit of a rest. Cunnilingus was something I had never even heard of, much less thought about doing before she took me to her flat with her. At that time, the thought of putting my mouth on a woman’s vagina would have been like eating raw liver.”When she clarified what the word meant I tried to. “Can we stop please, I’m starving; I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”About 10 minutes later we pulled into a McDonalds and I climbed out of the car. My skirt rose a little higher as I slid out and as I turned towards the McDonalds there was Uncle Ben looking at my exposed pussy.“Not got any knickers either I see.” Uncle Ben said.“Nope, no bra either.” I replied, pulling my skirt back down.“Come on Cherry, let’s eat.”Uncle Ben grabbed my hand again and pulled me along.Inside, I had my first ever. I was kind of skeptical, because at times Julie seemed to be just a little bit oversexed. Even though she was married, I had caught her looking at Mark as if she was a wolf salivating over a large steak. Or as she kept telling me, she was a Cougar on prowl for the next cub.The next day, my husband called…he would not be able to make it to the island until the middle of next week at the earliest. At best he would have maybe two full days.Great…maybe I should cancel too, ran through my mind, the.