I broke away and moved to Sam, forgetting I had another perfect toy to play with. "Scooch up," I instructed Sam. He scooted his little butt up, head o...n the pillows. Knowing that I had to make all of this quick or else lose myself in these amazing boys, I decided to take the first step. I lifted Sam's smooth legs one at a time, exposing his tight butt. I looked in his eyes, and he gave me a smile, then just closed his them and put his head back. I took that as a sign to go for it. I decided. There are eighty thousand of them. They aren’t soldiers. They’re warriors.”“They’re not warriors, they’re butchers.”“We’ve been called butchers.”“There’s a difference. We don’t grab children out of their mother’s arms and cut their heads off because we think they aren’t religious enough. We don’t use human shields. We don’t fight from inside hospitals. We try to keep the killing to a minimum. They’re willing to kill anyone, and let Jarjan sort them out.”“That’s true. However, we do shoot. Toh meine haan kardi aur mein excited tha kyuki meri bahot dino se nazar thi reema mami pe. Woh society sabse sexy aurton mein se thi… aur unke boobs ka toh mein deewana tha bas ek baar unhe choosna tha mujhe. Toh jab mein pehle din gaya toh mami ne door khola aur smile di . Unki woh flirt wali smile se pata tha ki unko mujhme koi toh interest hai. Pehla day toh bahot hectic tha as 3 kaamgar they jinhe ki bahot saare saaman ki jarurat pad rahi thi toh mein bhaag hi raha tha poore din. shaam. From what I had heard Edward Kline was a stickler for punctually, and did not like dealings with women. It was said that he was really tough and could make a grown man cry with his criticisms. Now straight out the gate I had two strikes against me. Practically running, the hem of my long skirt swishing around my black riding boots I rush into the shiny chrome and glass conference room, apologizing, I set up for my presentation. I can feel his deep blue almost black eyes on me as I fumble with.