Her face is smooth and soft, hiding her true age. She's tall, natural blonde hair, unnaturally large tits just bulging out of her lounge suit. Small...beads of sweat sparsely decorate her brow, cleavage and neck. It's warmer than she'd like it to be. No windows in the cargo hold, all the doors to the compartments are latched. Two main storage areas are both locked. Everything is labeled in Russian. Her name tag pinned to her left tit says Shly Ukha and indicates her rank in Russian.Her. But the same rules apply or no go. Agree? You got it, Tom. He flashed a smile, we shook hands and he disappeared into the dark with one glance back at my glowing Sally, sagging on the twine, still orgasming and squirming with her legs closed. Tom? Here Hon. I thought I heard a voice. Just me Hon, saying to myself how fucking incredibly marvelous you are. I undid her blindfold and stepped close, now hard with new anticipations and ready to go again and fucked my wonderful wife once more,. I worked upwards to lap at her twitching urethra, teasing the bulb surrounding her opening before once more plunging to her deepest hole.All the while I manipulated other areas of her body. From gently stroking her calves and thighs to pinching and squeezing her thrusting nipples, from smoothing my hands over her warm belly to letting her suck at my fingertips I left no part of her out of the action. Apart from her clitoris. Until, with an insistent push on the back of my head from Mrs. Carter,. "I nodded, yeah, that made sense. Just another direction."So, Tom, tell me: Can a person by him or herself have synergy?"I thought about it, "I guess." Michelangelo, Da Vinci. Every artist. A man building a house; be it a lean-to of sticks, a straw hut or the Taj Mahal," he explained.I had to nod again."Tell me, Tom, where does the synergy come from?" Inspiration and perspiration," I guessed."That's some of it. What's inspiration called?"Hey, you say you're God. I can connect those dots! "The.