At least the pictures were something to work with.I also sent two GPS tracking devices. I was hoping that one of my agents could install one, if there...was an opportunity to do so. The new ones we had were small and magnetic; small enough to fit inside the frame rail of the older Ford van they were using. It was a boosted antenna model, both on signal reception and in transmit mode.In the other messages, Tiam demanded assurances that everything was on schedule. That could have only come from. “Do you want to be on top?” Yeong queried.“What about from behind?” Brandon suggested.Yeong eased herself off him, his cock sliding free of her momentarily. He noticed it was an angry red colour, turgid with lust and an aching need to blow. Brandon climbed onto his knees as Yeong got onto all fours. As he lined himself up behind her he took a moment to appreciate the shapeliness of her ass, the slick slit framed by slightly puffy hairless lips. Just the sight of her made him want to explode. He. I was more confused than anything else by her response (first e-mail above). Obviously addressed to me (the "D" salutation), and regarding our ongoing discussion (clearly a reply to the last one I'd sent, complete with attached previous messages), yet it didn't compute. And while some parts of it were complimentary, others were clearly harsh — not pleasant to read.So I was very confused at this point. I couldn't explain what this message meant because, while it was clearly directed to me, it. Her three boys went to school there and she was what people referred to as "a good girl".Word got back to me that she liked me and, although I was attracted to her, I was very reluctant to pursue her. The next time I saw her, we talked for an hour and I eventually broke and asked her to dinner. We had a nice dinner and pleasant conversation. She wore a long gray skirt that clung to her thin body like a glove. It perfectly wrapped around her small, shapely ass such that I could tell she was in.