"How long do you need?" Randolph asked.Hermosa thought for a moment and said carefully, "A week, is that okay?"Randolph's sneer came almost immediately after her slightly trembling voice had finished "Are you kidding me? I can give you no more than another twenty-four hours at the very most."He couldn't put all of his faith in Hermosa, and because the police were already on his trail, every second he delayed getting that shipment would be one more potential risk."But he's just willing to trust me now, and if we rush it, we'll raise his suspicions instead, won't we?"Hermosa's voice grew more anxious, but the words were very subtle, without any semblance of concession, "I need five days at least, I ......""Since when did this bitch learn to take the initiative?" Randolph always felt that something was wrong and locked eyes with the man beside him."Boss, her daughter's life is in our hands, so she probably wouldn't dare make a move." Jarek said, "Besides, that cripple looks like
"Why did you lie to me?I like you so much and have spent so much money for you.You just wanted to kill me just to take my money, didn't you?Did you think I would get down on my knees and beg you to stay with me just because you said you loved me?Hahaha no way! Look at the way you look at yourself now, you still can't leave me..."The next afternoon, in Brent's sun-splashed bedroom bed.He didn't like listening to Hermosa weasel her way on the bed with all those testimonies, what he wanted to hear more was her moaning and begging for mercy.Brent ripped her nightgown open so vigorously that the clear sound of her clothes tearing could be heard even outside the bedroom door.The whole room was filled with the sound of lustful intercourse.Hermosa was lifted up and placed with her legs spread between his thighs.Brent choked Hermosa's waist and slammed it against his erect sex, leaving stark finger marks on her white ass cheeks as he asked her with a fierce "Why did you betray me, bi
Brent's tongue was like a deft little snake burrowing its way into the inner fleshy walls of Hermosa's body.She felt surprisingly ticklish and she couldn't help but lift herself higher."Comfortable?"Brent earnestly wrapped his lips around Hermosa's clit and licked it up and down, while playing with her front pussy with increased force.Because he didn't want Hermosa to find out about his excessive fascination, he kept his voice low, adding to the erotic flavor along with the gasps, "What do I have to do to make you more comfortable? Tell me.""Lick it further, further deeper, mmmhh ...... mmm!"Hermosa instructed him in a frenzy of intent, closing her eyes and letting loose with a cry.Suddenly she let out a low cry of pain, her whole body tensing with difficulty."Sir, your teeth are biting me ......"Hermosa opened her teary eyes and looked at Brent accusingly.Guiltily and slightly flustered, the latter withdrew his teeth and said as if he had done something wrong, "I'm sorry."
"I'll try with his birthday."Sam had tried Davis' case before and knew that most of his bank cards used his birthday as a password.Hermosa could only hear Sam's words reverberating from underground, and all she could feel was a tiny layer of sweat on her forehead.As Sam spoke, there were a few echoing electronic keystrokes down the passage, followed by a heart-stopping error tone and the emotionless English female voice: PassWord Error.Hermosa turned her head to Brent in horror, "What to do, sir!!!""Don't worry, nothing happened that you were afraid of." Brent looked stoic, his jaw was tense as he did so.His brow was slightly furrowed, a vague unease hidden beneath his subdued state.But fortunately this attempt at a password was only a false hint.Davis' underground vault did not appear to be set up with the kind of mechanism that would automatically trigger the mechanism if the wrong password was entered, or perhaps it had not been triggered.Otherwise, they wouldn't be safe n
"You mean, you've seen really weird tattoos on him?"Brent was sitting in the living room with a laptop on his lap just after 8pm: "What kind?""I can't remember the details, I just know it was probably an outline like that."Hermosa closes her eyes and tries to remember for a moment, drawing down several symbols on a piece of paper, circles over circles that Brent hasn't seen either, but which look familiar."Davis was a devout Buddhist, and everything else he would have tattooed on his body had something to do with religion, so the circles of writing, too, would probably have something to do with ancient India or that part of Sri Lanka's culture."Brent mused in analysis. Like all the countries in the world where Buddhism is practised, it has its origins in India and was heavily influenced by Sri Lankan and Burmese Buddhism in the thirteenth century.Those who were deeply Buddhist in East Asia usually had some knowledge of the Sanskrit or Pali languages of ancient India.Sam once me
Unlike looking in a mirror, it felt strange to see herself naked on video.More than the sense of shame, she felt her own sense of backstabbing virtue.It was as if she was watching herself doing something bad.Hermosa couldn't help but look away in shame, knowing full well that this was Brent's sex delight.She flushed red with shame and little anger, one hand clutching her hem of skirt tightly."Is this a deliberate attempt to make fun of me, sir?""Don't want to watch it ?"Brent laughed, lifting his hand to cupped Hermosa's chin and gently making her turn her head, "Look at it, you're so beautiful. Don't you want to know what it feels like when I look at you?"Hermosa looked into Brent's eyes in confusion, his imperious brow looked handsome and his tone was filled with a sense of seduction.What was it like when sir looked at himself?The words made Hermosa's heart flutter and she looked up in subconscious curiosity to find herself was lying on the operating table, her legs curle
"You love me, so what gives me cause not to believe you?"His eyes became obscure and compassionate, like a murderer's little moment of pity before he strikes.He looked at Hermosa, imprisoned by her own hands, at her collarbone, red and swollen from engorgement, and the slightly bulging vein in her neck, and a hidden, unutterably wicked thrill spread from his heart.He thought back to the days when he had just lost the ability to walk on his legs and his sexual dysfunction, the days when he was shrouded in dark loneliness and pain.He had always come to the basement alone late at night when he was lonely and sleepless to dissect the innocent rabbits and white rats.It seemed to be the only way his brain and heart could get a little bit of pleasure.He looked obsessively at the seductive face of Hermosa.He wasn't the same now.As long as she stayed under him and belonged to him forever, then he would be free of all that haze and psychological trauma for the rest of his life.But look
The moment Sam said this, Hermosa immediately exchanged an excited look with Brent.This was the only visible light in this recent period. They had been thinking that if the vault could not be opened, the success of this operation would surely be greatly diminished.But so far it had only uncovered the link between Sinhalese and the numbers while it would still take some work to find out the exact password code.But it did suggest that the string of words might actually be Davis's lucky numbers, and possibly the code to his underground vault.They were happy for a while, but they soon calmed down, because a "three" didn't mean anything.The phrase could have been something like "the three worlds of beings are solemn", depending on when Hermosa remembered the rest of the characters.Brent had never thought that the movie's cracking the password code of the vault door would happen to him, and he sighed and asked Sam about the possibility of other clues. But Sam's answer was no.Since S