"I suppose we'll wind up selling tickets to big-game hunters," Heisinger said sourly to Igwanda in a rare private moment. "'Hey, come kill yourself an...Eden animal, get a unique trophy!' And they'll come, too, the assholes. Then they'll take home hides and heads or feet or tails or whatever and tell all their friends what mighty hunters they are." Well, it'll be a way of raising revenue long-term," he told her practically. "I gather you're not a fan of hunters." Hunters for the table, sure," she. Moving his hand and fingers, I could hear the wet sounds coming from beneath my dress. "That's right, whore! You're wet... You're loving this... You're a fucking bitch in heat!" Pulling his fingers away from my pussy he brought them up to where we could both see they were shiney with my juice. Opening and closing his fingers we could see thick strands of my grool being stretched between them before he forced his fingers in my mouth. Pushing deep enough to cause me to gag, he told me to suck his. ‘Would you like to see how I use it?’ s/he said pointing to where the video booths were. After I nodded in the affirmative, Sheila took my hand and called out to someone in Spanish. As the two of us made our way toward the video booths a short Hispanic looking man took his place at the counter. He shook his head as if to day, ‘Here we go again!’ Sheila and I exchanged formal greetings as we made our way to the back When we reached the entrance to the video area I spotted a big bold sign that. All told, he was probably wearing two hundred thousand dollars in fashion, and yes he was probably the most distinguished man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was maybe fifty, with just a touch of grey at the temples. I felt like he was sizing me up. Was I pretty enough? Was I refined enough? Was I in love with his son because of all of “this?” I was a total nervous wreck. Simon shattered all my expectations by walking right up to me. His steel blue eyes locked on me and disarmed all of my.