" Her p-dac-Eliot, in the person of a moon-eyed robot-spoke up timidly. "I've got a call. It's Ken." Shit," she muttered, shoulders wilting. Turning a...ay from her locker on one hand, she said, "Run it."Ken's broad, brown face appeared in a subset window next to Tim's on the screen wall. He backed away from the camera, and she knew just by the knit of his brows that he was calling off for the night. "Jeri? I can't come in," he began, sure enough. "I really can't. Penny's sick, and I don't want. ‘You live in the riding served by my Minister, Michael Saggert, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, that’s right,’ she replied simply. ‘Have you met the Minister, Ms. Solberg?’ ‘No, I haven’t.’ Ingrid was becoming visibly nervous. ‘I see.’ He looked at her carefully. ‘Do you know a Steve Inhalt?’ Ingrid’s heart jumped and the shocked look on her face answered his question immediately. ‘Yes … Yes I do,’ she stammered. ‘Why?’ ‘I had a visit from my Minister yesterday. He was asking about this contract and what. I could look up and see Wonder Girl’s peril, the joy of Cheetah, still fucking and sucking her prey wildly. I could see the rod shuttling In and out of the teen’s pussy, glistening with juice, unbearably thick and unthinkably long. Wonder Girl was yelling, lifting her legs up higher, tight against the restraints to help give passage to the proxy cock. Cheetah brought her weight down on the girl time and time again, her wet lips repeating the name…’Wondergirl…wondergirl…my wondergirl…my. The husband watches his huge black cockhead filling his mouth, completely in shock at the abuse he is receiving. "You nasty cock-sucking bitch sissy! I love using your soft pouty lips; they're just like a woman's." The black man yells lost in pleasure and lust. Everytime his pushes his cock in, the husband's face slams into his sweaty pubes which are soaked in his wife's pussy juices."You like that bitch? Can you taste your wife's cunt? The cunt this black daddy just impregnated with his baby?.