Then I moved from Russia and she had one too. So, we'd play together while our bodyguards would smoke and drink coffee talking to one another." Why di...d I have a bodyguard?" "I's last name is Ivanivich. Her father is the head of the Russian Mob in New York. You wanna here something funny? Myrtle, I's mother, is from South Carolina. You should hear her speaking Russian in that southern accent of her's. It's hilarious." Micheal snickers thinking of the first time she heard Myrtle yelling in. I suspected by the way they were dressed and acting all nervous," I replied."As soon as they finish, we want you to walk us through what you did and we are going to film it," Eric replied."How are the two officers?" I asked."The rifle rounds in the vest that close hurt them - cracked some ribs, but they will be OK. They may not do any deep breathing for a while. They did give us a pretty good description of you and said to tell you 'Thanks' if we found you."A half an hour later the disposal. "Oh! Oooh! Don't stop! It feels so good Joshua! M-more! P-please!" Charis had lost control of this so swiftly that she'd barely noticed that she'd become putty in his hands, not that she cared at that moment. All she cared about was the rapidly cresting peak of her pleasure. Joshua kept up the relentless pace of his fingers as he thrust them deep into the writhing, moaning girl before him, sucking hard upon her swollen clit at the same time. One last firm flick of his tongue on her clit sent. I was very nearly lucky one time. I tripped over a bag in the park once and skinned my knee. A grey bag on a gray blacktop walkway. I was mad, so I got up, kicked the bag and hurt my toe too. Yeah, just my luck. What surprised me was that when I unzipped the bag, it had tools in it, but that wasn’t all. There was freaking bundles of hundred dollar bills too! I figured karma was FINALLY giving me a break until I was surrounded by law enforcement officials telling me to get down and put my hands.