A wine bottle fell over, and there was shouting."Who are you people? Why the hell are you all in my house?" Everyoneturned and saw a tall bespectacled... brunette. While she looked young,the crow's feet on her eyes and the lines on her forehead and cheeksgave away her true age. Her modest dress of pants and a turtleneck fitneither the occasion nor the fashion trends of 1920s America."I believe we could ask the same of you, ma'am," Amanda said sweetly,her lips curled into a smile. Her eyes didn't. The president had his own concerns on why I was there asking questions about one of the men he was considering for a major build. I gave it to him straight. That Frank’s wife was murdered during the night and as part of a normal investigation, I needed to confirm his whereabouts.He asked it I considered Frank a suspect, I told him, as a detective, everyone is a suspect until evidence proves otherwise. However, I explained our prior relationship and if he was the man I once knew, then no, I. When I returned all I could see, were those sexy heels, those lovely legs and that sweet looking ass. In one hand I had the belt, in the other hand I had K-Y & the Slim Butt plug. I set the belt aside, removed my skirt, then put some K-Y on my finger and started to lube her cute little asshole, she jumped, "noooooo." "Do as I wish, or you'll get all 40 lashes," I retorted, knowing that if she had really wanted me to stop I would've heard a code word. I lubed the. Itnay main wo junglee utha or aik peyala lay aya jasa raat ko laya tha or es time mainy be peya os ka tasest kuch grapes jasa tha or kuch ajeeb sa ,Or wo sab nay piya .or main khara ho gaya takay bhair niklon to wo larki be khare ho gaye or os nay apna haath sedha maray underwear say maray lund ko pakra or main ochal para to sab hansnay lag paray os time wo jungle admai utha to os nay mara underwaer aik jhatkay main uttar diya or main naga khra tha .junglee adami or os ki bati hansany lag paray.