Without much ado let’s head to the story……….I was in a long relationship with my ex since I was in class 12th till I got my first job, almost ...5 years. My ex is very hot and sexy, very beautiful, fair complexion, sexy boobs and bumps, she has a figure to die for. She was Bengali. Bengali womens have a huge appetite for sex. I’m not saying it, the way she was behaved and all the signals had proved it, that they indeed loved having sex.1 fine evening as I was sitting my veranda sipping on coffee. "Only look for public information, or sources in our own databases." Tim instructed. "I don't want you to be snooping anyplace that you don't legally belong."Tim's first dinner "date" with Cindy arrived. She came over early on a Wednesday evening. She felt so out of place ringing the bell. As a c***d she had always just run right in, usually to find the comfort of her Grandmother's hug and a freshly baked cookie. As a wife, she had always just sauntered in to find the comfort of her husband hug. "STARSHELL TO FISK INTERNATIONAL," she typed."HELLO, STARSHELL. THIS IS F.I." GOODBYE, HAKLUYT," she typed.That was the kill instruction. In seconds the big machine would wipe out every instruction she'd given it and she would be clear. All her emergency instruction had to be was some phrase that would never in a million years be used by some programmer.She sat back waiting for the acknowledgment. Once she got that, she had further instructed the machine to blank out all reference to STARSHELL.. She clenched my head hard between her thighs as she shuddered to a stop.“Oooh that was sooo good, you made me cum so hard, I have never cum like that before.”I stood up and moved to the dresser and turned off my camera.“Let’s see what it looked like on camera.” I said.Taking a long lead from my overnight bag, I plugged it into the wall mounted TV.I pressed play and was rewarded by the images of a few minutes ago flashing up onto the screen.We all sat transfixed by the images on the screen and.