Please read part 1 to familiarize your self with the story.I took a taxi to Deepika house, as I didn’t want any one to get suspicious about me being...there. I got dropped off a bit early before her house and rang her on her cell.I told her if it was ok for me to come over, She said yes as she had sent the maid home early and she was alone at home but be careful. I asked what she was wearing, she said you will soon find out. Deepika house was very large and secluded , it was a old house with 4. Masturbating myself like that, I knew that the other man was watching me through the hole on the wall behind me, knowing that the black stranger was watching me. Knowing that made me crazy as hell. I quickly felt a climax coming and I wanted the man behind me to know that I was coming. I start to get loud and speak out as if no one was around. "Oh fuck, Oh yes, Oh God I love it, It feels so fucking good." The more I say, the louder I get. "Oh FUCK, SHIT, I couldn't stand it, it was so fucking. "I signed off and move about the ship, removing anti-tampering systems from the hatches. I had just finished up and come back to the main deck when the first maintenance guy showed. He held up a tablet with a list of needed repairs and I pointed to the bridge. Sam would look it over and confirm the list. These guys did this all the time, talking to AIAs, so I wasn't worried. I yelled at his back that the galley was open to whomever and he waved a thanks.I looked into the galley and found only. Robertson? We clergy have a sort of grapevine, where unofficial information gets passed around. Something came to me last week.”“Oh? From the Reverend Professor at the university?”“What? No, why should it? This was about Pakistani women.”“Oh? Please tell me more.”“There was a request for feedback about a Pakistani woman and her daughter. Apparently this lady absconded, taking her daughter with her, and stealing from the marital home. The poor husband is beside himself for word of them, and.