She immediately started talking to me in Tamil and got closer. It is a practice in the US when you go to work on Monday to ask how was the weekend and...I casually asked the same when we met near the coffee machine.Kavya was sad saying she just stayed in the hotel and did nothing. She was missing her husband and kid big time, I guess. She only spoke about her kid and didn’t mention anything about her husband. I didn’t really notice but said, “We can go out next weekend for lunch if you want”. She. I was still wet from the cum of the others so his dick went into me easily. He started pumping in and out of me it seemed to go on for an age. His face was pressed into my neck I could smell the leather of the mask he wore. Finally he came."Stand up" one off them ordered. He had the wooden handle from a sweeping brush in his hands. Two of men grabbed me threw me against the side of the car and bent me over the bonnet of the car. I struggled and one of them pulled my head back and slammed it. I could still see him, but not hear him while he was on the phone. As soon as he finished, I went back into the cell block. I photographed him, took his fingerprints, and then locked him in a cell. I made quite a production of it. Nothing unnerves a prisoner as much as thinking you must have a pretty good case. It is especially unnerving if you act as though you don’t care whether he talks or not. With that in mind, I told Jacobs, ‘I have a warrant to search your house and farm for evidence of. Women walking on a dark Hwy. They're called moral's. As I stop I get out from pulling over so I can ask if she needs help & she can see who I was for piece of mind. She's sizing me up and I asked how far she's goingt to help if needed. She says to SA, & I said, Hop in then & my name's Chris & she said her name's Chris as well but to call her "Pudding". Okay I like you already Pudding & help her up the semi(tractor) & inspecting her ass going up. Driving & small talking n taking notice that.