She didn't want him to just rush off after words; and as Tomas remained in the room with them, Abdullah had enjoyed the hugging, the kissing, the furt...her caresses that he and Mara indulged in together. It surprised him at how Tomas had acted so calm and relaxed. He'd just witnessed his beautiful young wife having incredibly passionate sex with another man (and an older African man, at that); he had also witnessed his wife eagerly taking the seed of another man into her pussy with the full. Lindsey stroked my hand, dragging her dangerously red nails softly down the back of my hand."It sure is brave of you to bring your new young wife to this kind of place," she almost whispered, our faces closing slightly, not wanting to be too obvious. "Who knows what kinds of people you might meet here." "That's kind of what we were hoping for," I smiled back, her perfume light and flowery, seductive as it wound it's way to me, wrapping me in a aura of sensuality. I closed my eyes and breathed. I promise to be strong for you no matter what it takes.’ I had moved over and sat next to her, and took her hand in mine. ‘You are tougher than I could ever be.’ ‘No I’m not, that’s just a front to stop me feeling bad about myself.’ She squeezed my hand. ‘Can I make you a cup of tea or coffee?’ I asked to change the subject. ‘I’ll make us a cup of herbal tea, I seem to drink a lot of the stuff but I have to warn you, it’s an acquired taste, you mightn’t like it.’ She stood and I followed her to. " Is that likely?" No identification on any of them? No identification on the pistols they carry? If their details are on a computer system it will reinforce the idea that a criminal meeting went wrong somehow. If their details aren't on the computer that will only arouse worse suspicions... They'll be working so hard to find links between the three they'll not have cause to look elsewhere." So... who killed the man that followed you?" Sophie finally asked, leaning forward a little. "You said.