Lifting her head, she turned a tear-streaked face to Oliviya and cried out hoarsely in bittersweet anguish. Pavel caught a slight indian movement from the corner of his eye and turned to look. In a shallow pool of blood that spread over the marble floor of the transept lay several nude women and a short sword which Pavel grimly noted was a braquemard . Some were paki dead and gutted, their torsos ripped open from sternum to crotch and great, bloody loops of intestine coiled over and about the pale and beautiful bodies, others were literally flogged raw – whipped to death. The motion that had distracted him was the twitching leg of one of these, who sprawled supine with her head foursome pillowed on the bloodied breasts of another, decapitated, corpse. She had evidently taken a turn village at riding the golden phallus and her smooth skin was decorated with many purple wheals where tough leather had wrapped around to cut open her belly and breasts. He turned his attention back to Carissa when she laid a soft hand on his shoulder and handed him a silk bag. “Diamonds” she told him “and there is a new identity for you – a choice of new desi identities, in fact, in various countries. You can become another exiled oligarch with a past that is never discussed and a source of wealth that is not questioned. Your department has never successfully traced any of our subjects, so I think you know that we can make this happen”. Pavel nodded. Despite himself, he was beginning to surface from his defeated mood and something of the usual eager alertness had come back to his face. “You would have to take me with you” Yewubdar put in. “On your own terms. I can hang from your arm on a yacht, or hang from chains in a private dungeon, gladly suffering any torment your imagination can devise. The only condition is that, to assure Dmitri you are keeping your side of the bargain, I should have to stay alive”. She smoothed a hand down her body, around punjabi the high breasts and muscled abdomen and over the swell of her hip. “Ooh Daddy!” That impossibly sexy, girly desi voice again. But after just a few minutes or less she starts getting frustated and its not long before her carnal hunger comes out. There was no way that I paki could pump her so we just lay there talking dirty to each other while Lucy squeezed her pussy foursome muscles. YES!... She was my village mum for gods sake. The anticipation had kept me simmering just at an AF of 9, and shortly after the magic wand touched my very sensitive nipples I started cumming. Thanks for having us!" She relaxed back on her heels and the knelt down in front of me. Her hands took my face and she brought her lips to mine and she kissed me passionately. Wet. Then, my member did the splitting off trick and so part of it was spurred up into her womb and I could feel the release of her egg (a male) and my sperm fighting over it. Clearly, they fell asleep and never untangled from their play. Evelyn smirks and leans a little closer to the laptop. “What, should I have let her do it instead?” I snapped, wiping blood from my lip. She didn’t answer, just laying draped over the back of the punjabi couch like a blanket, with semen and blood indian trickling from her vagina and anus. Between her legs lays the soaking wet pillow. As her finger moved in and out, he licked it too. He landed on a bottle that had cut almost to the bone and severely damaged his muscle. Daniella, please take you dress off and get up on the stool.” I did my best not to make any sudden movements as I rubbed my pussy to the image of my brother jacking off.