”“Are beti kaam to hota rahega hamara kya pata kab ticket kat jaye,” Rajendra ne kaha.“Aap aisa mat boliye chacha ji aap abhi bohot jawan hai,...” maa ne kaha. Maa to positive thi par woh log nahin. Iske saath hi maa sofe par beth gai. Fir woh log nirmal baatchit karne lage.Rajendra maa ko chhune ka koi bhi mauka nahin gawa raha tha. Kuch der baad maa wahan se uthi aur wapas kutchen mein chali gai. Fir main bhi apne room se bahar nikala aur maa ke paas chala gaya.Jab sham hui to hum fir se ikathe. Hanna was gunning for what the Sunday morning talk shows were missing this past week fill in the blanks from JBG. It was the interview that would make her day.JBG had not issued a press release related to the Bogota embassy incident and had given no interviews. The talk show hosts were dismayed that no representative was made available for the Sunday news cycle. We had long ago made the policy decision that we would not participate in the Sunday morning talk show armchair mud-slinging for. “Fuck Miss Nathalie. You are such a naughty slut. I think Santa will have extra presents for you. For the moment you can have whatever Santa has in his sack.” With that his old cock jerked and he emptied a massive load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, enjoying the taste of the warm spunk. As he zipped up his trousers he kissed her on the lips. “Fuck, you’re very good indeed. Leave your address and phone number with my elf and you’ll get something nice for Christmas. Nathalie. Let's go to my cabin tonight and we'll have the Captain marry us tomorrow. You should have just come with me in DC when I offered. Who knows, you might have saved me some trouble and your husband's life if you'd just been a little friendlier."Sam heard a scuffle and the woman cried out. He stepped around the tarp covered cargo and rested his hand on his pistol. He said, "Is there a problem here ma'am? Do you need some help?"The man looked over at Sam and snarled, "No asshole she doesn't need.