Like the rumbling of avolcano, just before it pours molten lava across the land.Demi didn’t argue with him. She was trapped and shedidn’t care. Th...ere was a strange sort of freedom in beingthis helpless in front of a beautiful man. In knowing hecould do anything to her – anything he liked – and therewas nothing she could do to stop him.This thought barely had time to register when sherealized he was kneeling again. ‘I will need you to spreadapart your legs,’ he murmured, and she felt his touch. May we come in?"'Somewhere or other I'd read or heard or something that you should never invite anyone involved in law enforcement into your quarters; it gave them license to look around. "I don't think so," I said firmly. "If you want to ask your questions, right here will do fine."Neither one liked it, but Brown just nodded. "Very well," he said. "You are Camilla St. John and Nicholas Volker?" We both nodded curtly. He turned to me. "Mr. Volker, you live at—" he gave my address."Yes." And you. Doston sach mei vo ek bohot hi brutal sex ka nazaara tha. Mein aapko hema aunty ke baare mein batata hun. Vo bhi meri mummy jaisi hi ek u.P. Ki milf aurat thi. Kam height, bade, mulaayam boobs aur badi peeche nikli huyi gaand. Vo ek 42 saal ki ek doodh jaise colour ki mahila thi. Figure ke maamle mein vo meri mummy ki sagi behen lagti thi. Fark bas itna tha ki mummy ka shareer thoda kam gora tha aur unke mukaable zyaada mature tha.Thoda aur dekhne par pata chala ki unke gale mein ek patta thaa. Her eyes mocked him as she took the glass of him, but she said nothing."Did you fix my Mother something?" Jason enquired."Err... No sir, not yet. I was just going to ask her if she'd like something." Good, see that you do."Jason never, but never asked him to tend to him Mother. He was just too wrapped up in himself and having David see to his needs to care about anyone else. David was in doubt whatsoever that they wanted him out of the way so that the two of them could continue to scheme in his.