"It seems the man you disposed of in the third floor is a satyr," she answered. Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, "A satyr? Here? They're trans-dimensional beings, those types don't normally cross over. The asshole worshiped Djall, is Djall that powerful?" "Yes, but those Bhabhi would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was human born desi and then transformed to a satyr," Gretchen explained, "We have reason to believe Djall is indian the same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy." "That's strange, Dionysus wasn't a deity that promoted kidnapping, prostitution, and human trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we know anything else about where the cult might be located?" Mister O asked. "Stand by, we will let you know when we find out," she said. “Alright, keep me posted,” he replied. Daisy had asked if she could roll down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any means. The pack in her purse had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she couldn't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to india not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the phone call. She looked over at the woman and then at Mister O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this homemade talk but trying to keep up. When the call was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. Mister O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul style trucks were parked along the curb. Each truck were labeled "Quantum Wreckz's Air Conditioning" which obviously was a rouse by the CIA. Cathy followed Jeff to the stall. “Whoa,” homemade she said, “what the fuck is going on here?” She squeezed Willy’s hand harder. I shuddered as he latched on indian and sucked. I stood up, and moved over in front of the bathroom sink, facing the vanity and the mirror that was mounted directly over the sink. Twice I had to india push the guy desi back so that I could gasp for some air. Ugh this little girl..... I took a risk – she was dangerously close to being killed, but a week in a bacta tank can do miracles, and the gamble paid off.” The man, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching, took off his robe and climbed onto the bed with her. The goal was to win as many chips as you could during the couple of hours that the tables were open. Nothing had been said between them. Even though you are my submissive, this is for your enjoyment as well. As I watched him biting his lip and fighting his own orgasm, I thought about slowing down just to keep him on the edge a little longer. This tongue play has gotten me so wet that I am Bhabhi thinking of just getting rid of my panties.