Not many others she had seen where. Stooping down in front of it she studied it's face, hard to tell if it was female or male. Having committed, hopef...lly, that visage to memory she moved to it's back to do the same to the wings. When the world went suddenly black. It was instinct that made her scream some as the pressure of the silk scarf was tied over her eyes. It was that same instinct that made her hands raise to try to tug at it as well. Fortunately he was prepared for that one too.. She put her hand in his underwear. Montu Kumar removed her hand from the cock and took off his pants and underwear and stood up. She started caressing the cock again.Montu Kumar grabbed her hair and started bending her towards the cock.She said- Listen Montu not this… First, you do that.Montu Kumar said- what?She started rubbing cocks on her pussy by sticking to him .'Go inside first ..!'Before Montu Kumar could say something else that she put her lips on his mouth.She said- Please do this. Mark took some more pictures and busted up laughing at them. I just shook my head wondering how we were going to get all the paint out of their hair."Grandpa, do you have any turpentine I can use to help us get the paint off? Don't worry I can see the look of shock on your faces and I know what I am doing. Mom taught me how to clean hair and other parts to get the paint off. I promise you both I will have the girls completely clean of any paint in a little while if you let me. When we're done,. This was a very different Sergeant than the smirking man that had taunted her with her fate the night before. Blood was smeared on his face, and his uniform. The Sergeant's pants were wet, as if he had peed in his pants.Jamil would have gasped in astonishment, if her mind hadn't been so focused on her rage.A tall man, with black hair and fairer skin than was common on a Lebanese, followed the Sergeant into the room. A short Arabic man with a large hooked nose followed him.The tall man looked.