Money, I had plenty of it.
I've always wanted to do good for society.
Giving back isn't a bad thing, is it?
'It's what attracts me to you,' said Caramel, who decided to stay.
Her tongue flicked out and danced with mine.
'Yes, of course, you can escort me,' I said.
I'm good at mind reading too.
She wanted to track down Wan Mohammed now and I had a pretty good idea where he was located.
No one in a million years would think of it, except me.
It's the Malaysian connection, I said, to Caramel, as we both jumped into the helicopter.
Jack knew we'd be needing one and had arranged for one with a personal pilot.
Caramel was getting wet with excitement.
What normally takes 90 minutes by boat, only took us ten minutes in the Apache helicopter which had a bar fridge topped up with liquor.
After five minutes of exploring each other's cavities, soon after the military helicopter landed on a football field, on Bintan Island, a five-minute walk to the ferry terminal and downtown.
Being pitch dark, we didn't do much sightseeing. But during the course of the ten-minute flight, Caramel showed me a few delights under her black catsuit, with matching cat mask.
She was my ideal cat woman.
Her Double E boobs screamed for escape in her tight hugging cat-suit and her nipples couldn't hide from the very thin clinging material, a cross between silk and nylon, that hugged every inch of her killer curves.
'And once you catch Wan Mohammed,' she said, 'you are all mine.'
I'd have to complete this mission fast.
My balls were about to explode.
I've always wanted to do good for society.
Giving back isn't a bad thing, is it?
'It's what attracts me to you,' said Caramel, who decided to stay.
Her tongue flicked out and danced with mine.
'Yes, of course, you can escort me,' I said.
I'm good at mind reading too.
She wanted to track down Wan Mohammed now and I had a pretty good idea where he was located.
No one in a million years would think of it, except me.
It's the Malaysian connection, I said, to Caramel, as we both jumped into the helicopter.
Jack knew we'd be needing one and had arranged for one with a personal pilot.
Caramel was getting wet with excitement.
What normally takes 90 minutes by boat, only took us ten minutes in the Apache helicopter which had a bar fridge topped up with liquor.
After five minutes of exploring each other's cavities, soon after the military helicopter landed on a football field, on Bintan Island, a five-minute walk to the ferry terminal and downtown.
Being pitch dark, we didn't do much sightseeing. But during the course of the ten-minute flight, Caramel showed me a few delights under her black catsuit, with matching cat mask.
She was my ideal cat woman.
Her Double E boobs screamed for escape in her tight hugging cat-suit and her nipples couldn't hide from the very thin clinging material, a cross between silk and nylon, that hugged every inch of her killer curves.
'And once you catch Wan Mohammed,' she said, 'you are all mine.'
I'd have to complete this mission fast.
My balls were about to explode.
