One day Shehla Aunty asked Salahuddin, do you have any magazines; I get bored in evenings, as your uncle comes very late. Salahuddin smiled naughtily ...and said what you will do with the boy’s magazines. Shehla Aunty smiled too. She said, ah I c, so Salahuddin is a grown up boy now. I want to see what exactly is in your magazine, go get them. Salahuddin nodded, no. If my parents or your husband sees it, it will be a major problem for me. Shehla put her hand on Salahuddin’s head and said, don’t. “Sire,” he gasped before drawing a deep breath, “the missing ships Feti and Khoi have returned!”Having delivered the urgent message, he made the obligatory bow. I’m sure there would have been quite a chorus of chuckles about the near faux pas except everyone was already buzzing about the return of the two ships. Quickly, business at hand was forgotten as the room exploded in a hubbub--people wondering where the ships had been for nearly a year, and what had happened to their sister ship,. O. Senior management was brought together in the board room, before an all-employee email was sent. Eyes went to the two vacant chairs that were normally taken by Sean and Nora. Nora was not taking calls. She had not answered the emails sent to her personal email address. She had locked herself away from the world, and would only surface when she was ready. John tried to stop by once, but she wouldnt answer his buzzer. He was worried, but knew that she needed time and they would give her what. I got behind him and began to push into him. He whimpered a bit due to pain but I kept stuffing my cock in his ass to the hilt. Then holding his hips with hard hands, I asked him. “Now scream baby. I am going to drill your ass with my cock and widen your tunnel to a new design and then fill it with my male juice.With so saying, I began moving, gently, slowly at first. Pulling out till only my fat cockhead was in him and then pushing back in him fast. I kept raising the tempo groaning and.