Talking her through her submissive tendencies. So at odds with the tough professional demeanor she displayed to the world at large. Good God, she tol... Senators and Congressmen what to do. She even advised Presidents in various capacities. She knew powerful men; she knew their egos and how to deal with them. How had she so misread the signs, so overplayed her hand? She was one of the best, she had a sixth sense, she could read a man by simply watching his eyes, his face and body merely. A beautiful, very large, semi-flaccid cock is dangling about 4 inches above her face, its position conveniently dictated by how the cabana masseuse is leaning over to reach her breasts. He sees her eyeing his member, and pauses. ‘It is part of the experience, miss. If you object, I will cover it back up,’ Armando advises, with a smile. ‘Uh … no … that’s OK,’ she stammers out. Her eyelids narrow a bit, but do not close. There is no way she won’t watch this glorious looking example of manhood. ”Oh Fuck!” Marcie thought as she saw this little woman being split in half by 2 very large men! 1 Cock was balls deep inside her pussy and her little tight ass was being skewered hard by a huge cock that had no business going near it! And from the screams coming from her she was very much so filled to the brim! By this time,Marcie looked down and saw a very dripping wet pussy aching to be filled with hard cock! Fake or not. A hard cock splitting her wide open would feel so good she thought as. What surprised me the most was that Emily stuck with me holding my hand. The thing with Vicki had happened on the heels of my disastrous date with Emily, and we hadn’t really resolved anything. We had put it aside for the good of Vicki, but even after we brought Vicki back home, Emily was still standoffish with me.This is why I was shocked when she took my hand at the funeral and stayed by my side. Walking out of the church, on the way to the grave site, I turned my head to say something to.