She wasn’t around when I was at Brenda Barnett’s hearing. She wasn’t at the docks when we went through the cargo container. But she seemed to kn...w absolutely everything that I’ve done and all about me. She said she does a bit of undercover work, but mostly stays out of sight in the office to manage logistics. Wow! Somebody manages Jordan. Who would guess?I was sitting alone in the living room before the late lunch, drinking a soda and generally feeling sorry for myself when the doorbell rang.. Selling them? Sure, she said. I knew she had more to say on the subject but she was sucking my cock now so I needed to give her a minute to satisfy herself before she went on. Her tongue flicked around my cock as she batted her eyelids at me, still able to pull off the innocent look while plotting the slavery of women worldwide. Just before I reached the point of orgasm she stopped sucking and went on. Well, selling is as close a word as I can think of to what is happening. Theyve all signed. Main gym jaate waqt uske liye note rakh geya ki doodh aur bread kha le main dopeher ko wapis aaunga fir hum lunch k liye chalengey.Main 12 bje wapis lauta toh mere room mein se awazein aa rahi thi jaise do ladke sex kar rahe ho. Maine dheere se darwaza khola toh sooraj bed pe poora nanga leta tha aur paas mein Vaseline ki dabbi parhi thi. Sooraj ek haath se apni muth maar raha tha aur dusre hath ki bdi ungli se apni gaand ko enjoy kar raha tha. Uski aankhein band thi aur poore maze mein tha.. " "N..no..." Andy stammered, looking at the grave stone, "You're fucking dead!" "No Sir," she contradicted him, "I am awake, till one hour past midnight." Andy's instinct was to run but the woman extended her cold hand, touching his arm, "Stay with me, Sir." Recoiling from her touch, Andy backed away, until the cold granite of her memorial prevented further retreat and reminded him of the inscription. "It says hear that you' re a murderer," he said nervously. "Yes Sir," the woman admitted, "But.