There was a hard edge to his voice. “Just that” Rashid insisted. “For us, this is nothing. The video is a ploy to mislead whoever is looking for her. At five this morning they will collect her and the tape – and the camera; we only have to keep her safe until then. Brothers - this is easy money”. “But we don’t know who the fuck they are” put in Mikhail. “That is best for everyone” Rashid replied. “I’m not curious about them at all, and nor should you be”. He stood and looked around the dark farmyard. “Bring her inside the house”. Mikhail slid his Uzi along the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of cherry vodka by the neck. “I say we have her now” he declared, to no-one in particular. Rashid and Tural stopped in their tracks; Kristina walked nonchalantly past them to take a seat by the stove and slipped off her heavy overcoat. “We are contracted to deliver her as we found her” Rashid said, emphasizing each word with a stab of his finger. Mikhail dragged a chair towards him and straddled it, taking a swig from the bottle. “And we shall” he said. “We are professionals” Tural stared him down “We’re not street criminals who cannot be trusted alone with the merchandise”. “It’s not the same” Mikhail persisted. “The woman…” his voice trailed away as he turned to see what had distracted the others. Kristina had pulled off of her miniskirt and was sitting back open-legged on a wooden stool dressed only in an open-cup leather basque, high boots and her piercings and tattoos. Her crimson nails tugged at the steel rings in her nipples and she ran her tongue over her parted lips. “He’s right – there is nothing to stop you” she said, huskily. In the deathly silence that followed, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over the worn floorboards to where Tural sat. He watched her climb up his thigh to unbutton his shirt and then gasped as she fastened her hungry mouth over his nipple, sucking wickedly while her hands quickly pulled out his cock to stand erect before her. Grinning up at him, she licked the length of his shaft then lapped lingeringly all around the head, tantalizing him with her tongue-stud and running her hands over his abdomen and chest. He glared down at her peroxide spikes, bobbing up and down now as she sucked his cock deep into her hot mouth. “Enough!” Tural barked. Seizing Kristina’s shoulders, he pulled her away from his groin and pushed her back over the edge of the table. He un-holstered his semi-automatic and bent over her, pushing her legs japanese open to force the ugly blue-steel nose of the loaded pistol into her tattooed cunt and her hips rose to welcome it. His fist pumped hard and fast; she threw her head back and groaned, digging her fingers into the flesh of her breasts. “Anything you want” she panted. Mikhail’s hand closed around the nape of her neck and he dragged her head and shoulders towards him to feed his cock between her waiting lips. She snaked an arm around his hips to pull them closer together and fed on him hungrily. He slapped at her breasts making the inked flesh swing and shiver then dug his fingers into them and squeezed fiercely. Tural hauled off his jeans, rose to his feet and hauled Kristina’s ankles up to his shoulders. He leant forward and began to drive inside her with long asian strokes. Including a set where they are bound with hemp rope in the barn. “Whatever the hell you’re doing feels amazing,” he told her with his eyes closed. You can't spread them," Ronja pleaded. Still despite everything, Robert was encouraged by the fact Jessica was actually covering herself up, and not giving him direct access to her. What other choice did she have? The quick pulsing flow of the gel through the cock massaged her inner walls without the numbing japanese effect vibrators had. “Do me a favor everyone, when I call your name, come get this envelope from me. I hope all of you like it as I spent a lot of time doing the calligraphy on the front.” Finally, I was drained, my balls feeling flat as pancakes. “Why don’t we asian just, like, boot him out?” The dumb redhead piped up. I continued to watch the porn. Wendy: I agree The rest of his dirty clothes, socks, boxers and such went straight to the laundry room, as did his sheets and pillow cases.