“Its ok, I wont make fun of you.” She said as she hugged my arm slightly. “I’m kind of into it myself. But I like to be called something to…...�� she said sheepishly. I felt her grip tighten on my jacket and when I looked down I could see her biting upon her lower lip. “I like to be called Kitten, pretty fucked up right?” she said chuckling slightly. I was looking at her throughout this entire talk but she only then met my glance freely. She started claiming up my arm slowly before reaching my face. Of course, Military Intelligence had kept Gold’s disappearance very close to their chest, so New Scotland Yard didn’t know anything about the case when she arrived and made initial contact with the police. Even after a couple of days of investigating they still had nothing to go on. So, when she made enquiries about getting a ‘Private Dick’ involved, Bob Cummings had quietly put her onto me. That was all Bob could tell me last night, before I had to dash off to my next job. Besides, I had run. “Savita? What is…” His bahu was on the ground with her curvy legs spread wide which revealed the heaven many men dreamt of. “Ahhhh ah”, she was still crying with pleasure.Thoughts of reluctant and moral popped up in Shiv Shankar’s head. “She is your bahu. You shouldn’t see her like that.” His body, however, was responding differently. Without realizing, his dick was out of his pants and he started masturbating over his sexy bahu.“Ah tarun.. Fuck me hard.” She cried again with her eyes. Once seated, they beat a path away as quickly as they could. They didn't stop for another ten minutes of riding. They slowed after that and went back to watching for breaks in the fence, happy to have come away unscathed. It would make a good tale around the campfire or in the parlor at the house.There were only two more breaks that needed fixing. They returned to the farmhouse around four that afternoon. As they were dismounting, Gil's wives came running to meet them. A bystander watching from.