I really appreciate it Tom.’ ‘No problem Misha. It will also give us sometime to catch up on things and reminisce on the past.’ * Sitting on the...side of Tom’s spare bed Misha held the phone to his ear listening to it ring. No answer. He wondered where she was. The time difference meant that is was five hours behind London in New York and it was four in the morning, and there was no sign of Suzanne. Where the hell was she? Yawning he wandered into the living area finding his cousin who handed. “Oh, your little brothers and sister are doing quite well, Your Grace. Little Howard in particular loves to make me work harder, but that’s a baby’s job, ain’t it? He’s a chip off the old block, that one! Tough, smart, and opinionated!” Mom teased me before kissing both Tessa and me on the mouth.“Damn, Fawn, you’ve become such a good kisser lately!” Aunt Tessa encouraged how great Mom was at French kissing in particular.“Monica Bellucci ... she’s been teaching me lessons, you know. If in doubt. .Two.? Humiliation.?..?..Greta looked as if she could purr.Usually there was at least one woman. Thistime she had three.The Group had found that interrogation worked better if there wereinter-active parties. Trying to extract lucrative information from abusinessman or break the will of a rival criminal could sometimes be done withjust a quick efficient beating, but the higher the stakes, the more pressure ittook to gain information.So, to have a businessman watch his secretary endure. She trembled as she came, feeling his mouth working as he drank her juices.Paul became more urgent and rougher. Pulling and twisting her nipples as he bit down on her clitoris. He moved one hand down, sliding all four fingers into her cunt as he sucked on her clit.“Oh god!” She cried, her legs parting wide, her back arching up off the bed as his fingers churned her cunt juices. Paul took his fingers out, hearing her groan with disappointment. His finger were coated with her mucus, he pressed.