He directly asked his mom to send Kashish in a car outside his bungalow.Kashish came out wearing a nice blue Salwaar Kameez.Rohan’s mom said: Mere b...te ko khush kar dena bete. Yahi tera kaam hai. Yeh teri pariksha hai, tu safal hui toh kuch nahi karna padegaa. Bass, mere bete ko khush rakhnaa.His mother was not that much happy with her homemaking skills. Kashish opened the door and sat in the front seat of Roahn’s car, which was tinted. Kashish did not even smile. Rohan did not like that, “Kyu. You and Lander are taking care of the ISIS, Taliban and Al Qaeda assholes fine. Almost every day there is another news item listing the death of one of the major commanders in one of the organizations. I can’t believe they still seem to think the deaths are a result of internal conflict or the host nation getting lucky and finding one of them. Now we think it is time to take care of the local problems.”“Rachel, I can’t just begin killing our leaders! So far they haven’t done anything to me, to. Tonight he’d been very horny, very excited and fucked me fast and hard. I was nothing more than a cum-dump for him…a place to leave a nice big creamy load. I didn’t mind that at all because I just love being fucked, sometimes any cock is a good one.When he asked I answered that ‘yes’, I was the one in the graffiti on the bottom of the bunks. The Vietnamese guy didn’t show up and, around ten when I closed up, the two guests went up to the dorm. I figured that was the end of it, checked mail. Not that she hadn't ended up enjoying herself, however, and not that she wouldn't allow him to fuck her again... still, she would really like to know what was going on with Randy and yet she dared not confront him with the situation.Julie was in truth a little afraid of Randy, he had a violent temper that she hadn't really discovered until after they were married, not that her mother hadn't warned her. People with red hair have bad tempers, she had told her but Julie had only laughed it off.