Next morning as the sun was rising and Minuto Umbali and Gregor Mslingu were on duty at the check point, when they saw a vehicle creeping along the ea...tern boundary, a Jeep Patriot, with satellite communication dishes, and the unmistakable Prime TV company logo of Suzie Craig's African Documentaries of prime time TV fame.Susan Craig, bronzed champagne swilling fresh young thing, champion of equality, living with the tribes in their hovels, at least long enough to get some film in the can,. He giggled and I laughed, too, before shaking my ass at him in a little dance. I could totally be a stripper, I thought, if I wasn’t so short. How much money would that bring in a night? I spanked myself again, picturing a spotlight on me and a pole in front of me.I pulled the showerhead off the holder so I could hold it and control it. I put the showerhead directly between my legs. I let the stream shoot onto my pussy with a huge splash that sprayed water everywhere, including on him.“Whoops!”. She checked her one suitcase curbside, watched as security tested it for drugs or explosives, got her claim check and went to the gate. The line for security was a bitch since it was a Monday morning, but she managed to get to the gate about 15 minutes before the first boarding. Her boss, Jim Peters, was already there. When he saw her, he came up and gave her a hug. Angela reluctantly accepted his hug but backed away when his hand slid lower and he tried to cop a feel of her ass. She hoped this. I was impressed that she managed to do it relatively calmly. Bonnie isn’t known for her ability to stay calm. I took my cue from her and kept my contribution calm, despite the bizarre situation we’d created. Dad stayed calm too.I was astonished that we were sitting around and discussing our issues with her gagged and immobilized. I was even more astonished that we ended up effectively restructuring the family by stripping her of her titles; wife and mother, and moving her out of any position of.