Yep! 3 messages.Getting a cold beer I return to the desk and sit to listen to the messages.#1) from Joan – WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT YOU MOTH...RFUCKER? I SHOULD TELL MICK AND LET HIM KILL YOU, YOU FUCKER! HOW DARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME LIKE THAT YOU ASSHOLE?#2) Joan again - JB, ARE YOU THERE? PICK THE FUCKING PHONE UP RIGHT NOW!......long pause….. MOTHERFUCKER!#3) Joan for the third time – JB, this is Joan….. We HAVE to talk. Call me…..Please?A big smile comes over my face as I realize. I was a first-timer at this and god damn it, when I’m told to fuck my girls ass, I do it. She propped herself up in a modified doggy position with one leg up on the bench seat and one on the floorboard while I shoved it into her ass. It felt so damn good. Tighter than her pussy, but not as lubricated; it felt great, naughty, and based on the amount of friction and the grip her asshole had on my cock, it wouldn’t take much to explode in that ass. She enjoyed the experience as well, and when I. Turning, a young man with lank, rain-flattened hair and a denim jacket emerged from somewhere, perhaps he’d been lurking behind a tree. “Man, that is one nice car,” he said. “Really a piece of work. Yours, man?” he asked, resting a hand on the hood. “Yeah, it’s mine and I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off the hood. Not good for the paint,” said Marshall. Sandra detected an edge in his voice. The man moved his hand. “Sure, man, not a problem. Lemme get a look at this baby. I love cars.”. “Your majesty,” he said, “I…”He paused. He wanted the Sultana to give him permission to go on before he pointed out something she had missed.“I beg your pardon, your majesty, it is not for someone such as myself to suggest so audacious a thing,” he said.“Say what you will, boy,” she said, giving him a look that mixed impatience and reassurance. “You have my word that you will not be held accountable for any words you say to me now since you say it in the interests of the kingdom.”He sighed a.