Baking a cheesecake and roasting a duck were elaboratetasks, but I managed to finish both right on schedule.I met Diane at the door when she arrived h...ome from work. She wasinitially concerned since she was usually the first one home, but Ireassured her that all was well and that I had an exciting eveningplanned. She had assumed, fairly, that I had completely forgotten aboutthe occasion (it wouldn't have been the first time), but this romanticturnaround impressed her even more than if she had. It may have been an indication of how important Colonel Mary Popov was in the grand scheme of things. Why sent a valuable drone when you can sent seven unimportant humans?No matter. My week was bad. Three children and their mother died shortly after I had adopted the children. I interrogated the surviving person who had participated in the orgy and murder—and he was still alive, in cold storage waiting for final disposition. No doubt about it, the man was going to die! And then I wound up. David slid down her body, spreading her large labia to find her clit, then pressed his tongue up against it. He heard the loud moan of surprise as he began to slurp away at her, dragging his tongue through her folds and over the tiny little bud, his hand reaching down to get a hold of the plug once more. This time, however, he pulled the toy from her completely and set it aside, pushed her legs further back, and left her little bud to lap at her tiny asshole. Her moan deepened to a guttural. I explained the situation and he informed me that the submarine was already being tracked as a potential smuggling vehicle. He would call me back with its direction and speed. We had the yacht headed back to Florida. It took us an hour and a half to get back. Mr. Black had informed me that the submarine was headed into the Atlantic and on its current route would be intercepted by a large ship traveling the other direction. It was estimated that they would meet in four hours. Mr. Black was.
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