I feel like I was gone for years! Nothing feels real anymore! A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a large yellow envelope. I open it up to find a new passport, social security number, ID, and a burner phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The name reads, “Oliver Lucas Porter.” “Sorry you couldn’t choose the new name...we did allow you to keep Lucas with it.” Jeff tells me. I look at my phone and open up my contacts to find only one name. “Heather P.” “So Mr. Oliver....do you have any questions for me?” Jeff asks. I shake my head as I try to adjust myself to my new reality. The next day, I’m discharged from the hospital. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a private airfield in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I’m leaving the country....and have no chance of coming back....ever. “Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created consequences Big Boobs that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for those damages, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of people were involved in faking the death of Lucas and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the only way you can keep Luke’s family safe. Do I make myself clear?” I take a deep breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my family. I was going to miss them for sure. But in all fairness, I should be dead right now. It’s a miracle I even recovered from my injuries I sustained while trapped in that motel. I tried to see asian the bright side in all this. I’m being given the opportunity to start fresh, a clean slate! A new name, new country, new me! We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I’m greeted to babe the sight of a private jet, two pilots, and a flight attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle. “You have all japanese your important documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing numbers and access to an offshore account we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy...your new home.” We walk towards the plane as he continues to explain what I need to know. “Also Mr. Oliver Porter....you will receive an automated text upon landing. It will reveal your new town of residence and how to get there...most likely by train. Once you get to your final destination, you are to text the only contact on your phone that you have arrived. Her job, he pondered. Then she asked, “Why haven’t you taken me back to that island? 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The camp was dark, with only scattered pools of light coming a few scattered security lamps and the windows of the common buildings. When she came out to the kitchen earlier, she was wearing one of my shirts. Ella keeps moaning enjoying this unique but bizarre situation. It will be ok. Here, sit in my lap." They hugged my ass. by feeling for his shaft. Panicking, he moved as far as he could in the shadows, hoping not to be seen at all. As planned, Denise largely ignored us but I noticed once or twice that she had given Theresa a look or two and smiled across at her when they happened to catch each others eye. “Yes, I do Mrs. Fox. “Ok ok save it for someone special. “Clint?” my girlfriend's father said. Colors and musical chords filled my head. “Glad to hear it because your father and I are going away next weekend too for a business conference. Sam seemed frustrated and his mood was keeping his friends subdued – something that confused her, since so far she’d given him exactly what he asked for, but apparently he didn’t like that she was taking her own initiative. “No, I’m not gay,” he admitted. When I beg him fucks me hard and fast , shoots his cum in me and it is over , a real minute man. She goes back to suck and stroking my cock so I slide her legs over my face and begin sucking away at her sweet pussy. There just had to be something that Trish didn't know in regards to having sex with another female. It ain't worth it if she don't feel it though. My head tossed from side japanese to side. Jerry looked at her young slender body and thought the dirty evilest thought you could imagine. Raghunath said stop crying now Randi , you took almost all your clothes but still you think you were in a authoritative babe position , just be a model and don’t make me angry . Raghunath said now you can leave her hair gopal .gopal left it like throwing something sideways , I was in such a shame that I cried silently only my tears were coming without sound . Peon and Swapna who were asian watching this also started laughing , and with that they all started laughing , while I was on my back looking at the lens with my ass facing them with tears in my eyes ,Raghunath sir immersed in his camera started clicking pics