Clearly this one was going to be a problem; well, tranquillising her would be a start and so she was injected in the buttock with a suitable drug prep...ared by the resident medical staff of the Golden Palace. Even under the tranquilliser she tried to fight. True, her movements were sluggish but the spirit was clearly intent on resisting anything and everything. Finally it was decided to let one of the other women talk to her, and Fatima formerly Laura, the American, was selected, partly because. Whoever made this fake even knew about Mrs. Harrington's tattoo on her left breast. The Bureau's Fraud Detection team is one of two organizations in the world that detects fakes this sophisticated. Yours is the other. Neither the Russians nor the Chinese can do this. Did you do this, Mike?" Fuck no, Julie. This is too partisan. We steer clear of politics since the last two administrations abused our...capabilities."Mike paused slightly. "But, I will say this is not the first image-manipulated. Since it was not a matter of discussion, it seemed safe that he had not been fooling around behind her back and hadn't been dipping his wick into any of their pussy pies.Francine had elected to tend the bar again.She favored the responsibility because it gave her a small but steady stream of coins and she still was afflicted with her terrible sense of shyness about exposing her feminine secrets to male strangers and then allowing them to violate her private inner core. Francine tried her level. From the base upwards, making him scream in agony eventhough he hadn?t wanted to. He didn?t writhe though, remembering she hadsaid they would start again if he did. She was almost at the tip when she heldhis penis with her tongs and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the eye at thetip of the exposed penis. This prompted the man to speak and say no, no , no over and over but that didn?t stop her as she tippedthe black wax over the exposed end. He screamed louder than ever before,pulling against.