That's why I'm coming to mrs this god forsaken country, Lisa thought to herself. She was an investigative supervisor for the UN site Police contingent in the Asian country. It was her job , along with the 400 or so other international police officers, to rose train the woefully inept Indonesian mrs Regency (state) police in up-to-date police skills, investigations, mob control, traffic control mrs and other cop kills.

She had just put her 41st birthday behind her a few weeks previous, but she certainly didn 't look like an old mrs cop.

She peeked inside the entrance and there mrsmyfriendshotmomrose in the ghostly glow of the candle she was mrsmyfriendshotmomrose startled by mrs what site she saw.

"Well let's see if we can close up the family shop, then. Put your hands mrsmyfriendshotmomrose behind your back. See if you can magic yourself out of these handcuffs."

"L..l..isa.." she stuttered.

"Lisa, such a funny western mrs name... I never mrs did mrs get used to western names.... Lisa... KEEP LOOKING AT THE GOD mrs'S mrs EYES AND LISTENING TO MY VOICE....."

"But Lisa myfriendshotmom, you have no choice mrs my dear site. You are ALREADY falling into an obedient trance. A trance that allows me to control your every thought and deed site. A trance which forces you to obey my every command. Just like Asalah ... like Nashida ... like Ghaada mrsmyfriendshotmomrose .... like Zaina ... like rose Bahiyaa ... like all these mrs helpless girls .. like Lisa..."

"Anything My God mrs commands mrsmyfriendshotmomrose."

The black magic Priest lifted his robe exposing his large, flaccid penis to the two kneeling mrs women.

"Who do you serve?" he shouted.

"I could use mrs another western slave.