.and then Bob’s going to be punished. Do you understand?”“Yes.”“OK, now that we’re clear.” He turned back to Bob, and began asking when ...nd how he was going to get the $70 grand he was owed. As he did this, he reached back into my tank top and began squeezing and massaging my big tits, occasionally pulling on the nipples. This time he was gentler with the nipples, which made his attention to my breasts much more tolerable.Bob indicated he needed to move assets around, but could have the money. There was a rich network of contacts between Drubya’s family and bin Fucken’s family. In fact, bin Fucken had originally been supplied and built up by the AmeriKKKan government before later turning on them. ‘I’ll let bin Fucken get away with a major terrorist attack on this country, and then use that as an excuse to go to war and crack down on internal dissent. There won’t be nearly as much of that, anyway– everyone knows people rally behind the Pretzel in times of crisis.’ So the wheels were. I pulled away only because we both knew where it would lead.When I got into my car. Marcus leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. He said, "I can't wait till next time."I said, "What makes you think there will be a next time?"We both looked at each other and knew it would happen. I looked at him and said, "this time my mouth and pussy were not ready for your massive cock. It will be next time." With that, I drove away very satisfied but also knew there definitely would be a next time.I got home. After I started working, I saved for holidays, living frugally andsaving as much as I could. I went through New Zealand again, I went toJapan, across part of China, The United States, Canada and Alaska. Isaved up for a year to be able to go to my next destination, The UralMountains.Yekaterinburg is where I started, the gateway to the Ural Mountains.Getting off the trans-Manchurian express there, I checked into a hoteland checked all my equipment. Tent, sleeping bag, clothes, it was allthere..