“Can you tell me what they translated into?” David asked.“There was one they called ‘Nozhi’ which means ‘knives’. Another was called ‘...ashina’ and that’s ‘machine’. There were a couple of others, but those two stood out the most. Everyone there deferred to them and no one went against them.” Lana told him.“The bureau has lots of pictures of Russian mob bosses, I’ll let her take a look a bit later and email up the chain with what we find.” David told him.“Perfect, thank you.” Bruce told him.. We walked in, my face smiling at the hunky bouncer on the door. Lucy made a rude comment about the bulge in his trousers, giggling emitted from my mouth in tandem with her. My mind was trying to will Sarah not to go and sit in the kennel, but she did and sat waiting for Lucy to return from the bar with the drinks. As Sarah looked around I tried to see if the old man was about. He wasn't and neither was my body. I was fretting, what if they didn?t come here tonight? Remaining in Sarah?s body. They did their best to ignore the chemically seared flesh that was burnt in some places down to the bone. The stench was nearly unbearable, even for the Temperdis, but there was money to be made.Benni jumped to the task of slicing the pockets of the first corpse they came upon and harvesting anything of value, maybe showing off a little. The various liquids oozed and gurgled from the peeled flesh as if the meat was still alive in some parasitic fashion. He made the mistake of poking too deeply. And just like with Freddy, I was enjoying the hell out of what Art was doing to my pussy with his fingers, in spite of the fact that he was handling my pussy in a fairly rough manner. Then after a few minutes, Art stopped playing with my pussy. He unbuckled his belt, undid the top button of his pants, pulled his zipper all the way down, and then pulled his pants and his tighty whities down around his thighs, so that I finally got the chance to actually see what his package looked like. And of.