"Oh, I could NEVER do that - it's dirty!" I responded with "That is a bunch of B.S. There's a reason our bodies are so responsive to touch - for yours...lf, and for others!" I took her hand and said "Trust Me!" Guiding her hand to her cunt, I instructed her to finger herself. She gasped: "No, I could never!" I took her in my control and plunged her fingers into her cunt. "Oohhhhh, God!" That was all she said, as I began to reciprocate her fingers like a power tool - in and out of her fabulous. The porterbots seemed old and battered, compared with the ones on the space ship, but Helen assumed that this far from civilisation things would be a little more primitive. The process of getting the cages inside did not take long, as there were only about thirty cages. Evidently there were regular freight runs to fetch the uranium from Csadia to Earth and the accumulated prisoner traffic was sent whenever a ship was leaving. Helen was pleased to see that the cages with men in them were. She groaned as it slid deeply into the gash of heaven she provided me and kissed her mother more deeply invading her mouth with eager tongue thrusts. Marie flooded me again, damned if she wasn’t trying to drown me with her sweet nectars. Sandra’s pussy clenched tight in rhythmic muscular motion over my heated shaft and gushed out some cream of her own. I was in heaven to be sure. After Marie’s orgasm ebbed she hugged her daughter as she sat fully over my face, smothering me. Vice President Jones pushed and prodded us to see that there was a possible intelligence value and a public way to show how despicable the Iranian regime really was to the world. These weren’t average Iranian citizens; they were close relatives of the leadership of Iran and they condemned them to death.”‘‘The reports that they were dead and their remains were to be released to their families in Pakistan was a fabrication - an elaborate plan to get their families out of Iran.”‘‘The plane was a.
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