After three weeks it began to look like the Dobson PD wasn't going to tie me to the missing drug gang. I had though a few days earlier that I might ha...e wasted the retainer I had paid Rita. As everyone knows it is when you least expect it, that the shit goes down. I had a locked gate over the drive at the road, so I wasn't surprised to see a car parked there when my phone rang."Miss Porter this is Emery Sutton with the Dobson Police department, could we have a word with you please." the male. And then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice I knew from somewhere said:“Carstairs! How was your flight?”I turned round and saw Miles Bamford standing there, dressed in casual slacks and an alarmingly green polo-neck shirt. His arms were tanned, as was his face. Miles was on the board of directors at Aston Martin and the only time we had seen each other was here, in Doha. I’m not sure if I’d have recognized him in any other context.I shook his hand, but I wanted to keep this short. He was. But I'm getting ahead of the story.She calmed down and her eyes focused and she looked up at me. I think I was just smiling down at her. "Did you cum yet?" she asked, panting. I shook my head and offered to take it out of her if it hurt too much. "It doesn't... hurt exactly" she said. "I just feel... stuffed."I told her I'd like to move a little and she said OK so I dragged it almost out of her and then slithered it back in. Her eyes got real big and she said "Ohhh Bobby, do that again." So I. On Saturday morning I got ready with a bag containing things for haircut ,waxing, facial. I reached her home on 11.00am. She sent her mother and daughter to her native place for festival. Since I entered her house she welcomed me and gave a coffee.i drank it. She asked what was in the bag. I showed her all. She told that ur already ready.Then I asked her to get ready for haircut. She guided me to her bed room where there was a dressing table. Then I asked her to Sit on the chair infront of.