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She wore an Aran sweater and jeans, but there are always curious tourists in the Big Tits Yhtill during the day, so the clientele wasn’t entirely composed of leather-clad goths. I watched her scanning the bar and then enjoyed the sight of her crossing the floor towards me, boldly masturbation terrified, determined and vulnerable all at the same time. The music in the club was as annoyingly loud as ever but at least dildo that gave me a reason to lean forward and murmur the question into her ear – had she found the Yellow Sign? Well, she was close to tears as she explained how hard she had been searching”. He paused to take a sip of tea. “I suppose the website never gave her a submission screen for security reasons?” Janika ventured. “She raised all the red flags” Pierre confirmed. “This was her last throw of the dice. She had come to Waldenstein on a mission to find one of us and present her bona fides in person, the prey hunting the predator – the lamb seducing the lion”. He drained his glass and indicated the flash drive with a nod. “You both understand English, I believe”? Carissa slipped it into the media player and then both women pussy busied themselves working on Pierre’s hands and jaw, occasionally glancing up to follow the video. The footage opened with a close-up of a pale, delicately beautiful face framed by a helmet of fine titian hair. The woman frowned in concentration for a moment then, satisfied with the position of her camera, backed away from it to reveal a suburban bedroom, clean and comfortable with a white eiderdown and pillows. From the pocket of her crisp, white shirt she produced a laminated identity card, which she held up to the lens. “I believe the reason there has been no response to my messages is because I am an officer in the Air Corps Police” she said. “As you see, I am Lieutenant Róisín F – here is my service number and date of birth”. 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