No family. No life. Bought by a very wealth cult. I service them all. They whip me for pleasure. Theirs.Standing. My cock deep in her ass. I hold her ...rms behind her back. My maid heats a wire brand and marks her defenseless tit flesh. I cum.By day I work in a law office. At night I suck cocks in a strip club. I screw guys at both jobs. Not sure which one makes me a bigger whore?Picked up a hitch-hiking bitch. Took "the convincer" a day to spread her legs. Tight ass. Sold her to friends for a. The John F. Kennedy, which had just left Pearl Harbor hours before the Capitol bombing, was still cruising across the Pacific and wouldn't arrive at the battle zone for another week.The battleships Iowa and New Jersey, which had been at ports of call in Australia and New Zealand respectively, were enroute and were due within the next two to three days.Reaction to the President's speech was generally positive, except from conservative fundamentalists, who denounced her drug plan as "rewarding. He again began fondling mom’s breasts over her blouse, but mom kept thwarting his advances, checking the back seat to see if I was sleeping, multiple times. Dad was getting restless with each passing minute. I could see that even mom was feeling a bit horny. I guess they hadn’t had sex for a long time now. It was getting too dark already, and it was pretty hard for me to see what they were doing.After a few minutes of my father fondling her breasts, my mom finally gave in. She turned around tot. The melody was surreal. I caught a glimpse of her other hand joining in the music making. Coming out of the shadows, this had stood in contrast to the softness of the left. The right was clearly more demanding, clearly more insistent. As the left moved up, over and around the top of the breast, sliding gently under the fabric of her top, the right hand moved in with force and determination. It pushed aside the light fabric as it mauled the object of my desire. I could see her pinch and.