She found her showing of her pictures to her husband. The more Smita basked in her glory the more her husband told her how bad and devious she was bei...g.Suddenly the doorbell rang. Alex was at the door. He was not expecting the husband to open the door for him so he began to improvise saying that he was lost and was looking for another house and landed up here“Who is it Vinay” shouted Smita as she walked up to the door. As Alex began to re explain his situation to her he suddenly realised who. There were lots of import/export companies in the surrounding streets so the local Yakuza family were able to blend their operation in amongst the other busy commercial premesis without drawing any unwanted attention from the Law. Not that they posed much of a problem - most of the Police chiefs in the city were in the pay of the family anyway. Problems could be made to go away.At the back of the warehouse were the usual offices, washrooms and canteens, as well as a few small cupboards for. What d’ya think, Boss? Maybe that’s how he got into her panties by controlling her mind. Wait, do Nuns wear panties or do they wear tights or something else under their habits?’ ‘Seriously? No shit! Father O’Brian was banging Sister Mary Francis,’ said Mario incredulously. ‘I didn’t know that. I don’t fuckin’ believe it.’ ‘You didn’t know that? Everyone knew that,’ said Julio. ‘Sister Mary Francis is very pretty, even without no makeup. You can’t blame Father O’Brien for hittin’ that. I’d do. She scowled and reached for another box. After a few, she found a box of fiction, picked one at random and headed across the property to the gazebo. It had become something of a refuge for her - no one used it anymore, so it was overgrown and private. The afternoon was cool but bright. Rachael figured she had a couple hours to sit comfortably and read before the family descended on the house for dinner.She stretched out on the little wicker loveseat, tickled once again by the classic southern.