Turned out she was the bar manager, picked for her ability to control any problems that might crop up, as well as her lifestyle choice. They must have...spent 20 minutes to half an hour chatting, finally before she got back up saying, "Well back to work" and before leaving us, leaned over and patted my hand saying, "Drop in anytime, you'll always be welcome here." There can only described as a 'hullabaloo,' as the noise level increased with time and drinks. Conversations were in both French and. HQ's case file and operations manager - and she looks stressed as usual."This better be good - I'm about to clock out" I say with a shade of exasperation."So long as you've got your badge on, your ass belongs to me Hartwell. I got a fresh case for you" she says with a smirk.Fuck. I was so close to finishing an uneventful day."All right boss, what's on the menu today? Werewolves showing up in Ukraine? Dead zombies poking their pretty little faces up outta the soil?" You wish Hartwell. You wish.. And I’d have to make sure to put my cock back into my shorts, so it wasn’t hanging out. But no one showed up, and we finished with another load of semen that I left in my sister’s pussy. Time to call it a night, we thought.“Saala bhenchhod!” (Damn sister-fucker!) we heard, and we froze, terrified that someone had seen us. We turned to the terrace door. It was Govind, Nandini’s real brother, and my cousin.He was grinning as he walked up and said, “Apne behen ko chodta hai, bhenchod?” (You are. Exhausted as she was, the comment still did not go un-noticed and a shudder passed through her tired body. the meal over and toileted once again, she was lead to the set, still cuffed from last night`s securing they soon had her suspended by the wrists, lights playing on the reddened and welted marks, the camera not missing a twitch of an eye as she watched the preparations, a bull whip, clamps for her nipples or sex lips and a thin double hook on a s short string. Cut, Before the called action.