“Yeah, sure, I guess you’re right, but I’m sure you notice this woman is well, how do we say this properly... “ I searched for words, and Robe...rt interjected.“She’s fuckin’ hotter’n a two dollar pistol, and she’s really short on funds, so I think you’ll learn a hell of a lot on this case, boy!” Robert laughed as he patted my shoulder on his way out the door, closing it behind him, and I continued to make my notes on the file. “You know, boy, she’s really pissed at her husband for messing around. Main samajh gaya ab use maja aane laga hai, aur fir maine bhi halke halke jhatke lagane laga.Wo pleasure mein kabhi muskarati kabhi ek rand ki tarah lund ka maja lete hue look deti. Ab mere bhi dhako ki speed taj ho chuki thi. Aur lund piston ki tarah andar bahar ho raha tha, ab mujhe laga ke wo jhadne wali hai, maine dhakke aur tej kar diya, taki use aur pleasure mile aur fir us ki body akadne lagi, aur meri behan mere lund se discharge hui. Ab maine aur speed badha di aur gilapan feel hone ki. It was the C17 with our big JBG logo taped on the side of the fuselage, with both of the C130s parked with it in the same picture.The text with from Robbie said, "Looks good to me" Looks like wishful thinking to me. You are going to set off a fire storm in Washington with pictures like that LOL," Lorrie sent back.I sent the picture to Frank and Eric, "What do you think? Will that make the NSA boys jumpy or what?" as the text with the picture.It only took Frank a few seconds to respond, "I. I asked him about it. He was looking for a female to paint – nude. Did I know anyone? I thought to myself ‘hmm, I wouldn’t mind, but would he agree?’ I spoke my mind and a time was set. What was I thinking to agree to this? Was I being spontaneous or just plain stupid? It was decided that he would come to my flat to photograph me and from the photos we would choose which one he would actually paint. He arrives as scheduled. I am dressed only in my robe when he rings my.