I flashed a smile at one of the photographers climbing up the stairs backwards in front of me. I suppose they get used to doing that. We met two of th... Representatives that were sponsoring the bill, Laurie Wright and Bobby Witt, to go over my testimony one last time.We walked across the street to some sort of office building and into a hearing room. It was full of reporters and I took a deep breath before sitting down in front of the microphone. I read my prepared statement and took a few. My twat and thighs were fucking soaking as I pulled my knickers back.I was also a bit wobbly when I got out of the car.No wonder, I’d had my legs in the air for the past 30 minutes whilst David gave me a right pounding.The pub was one I wasn’t familiar with and appeared quite small from the outside.As we walked in we entered a fairly small bar area, there were a couple of 30 ish blokes standing at the bar and a black woman late 30’s behind the bar.Bill asked “Where’s Ken?” to the woman.“In the. Hala was manning the aid tent while Johnny worked beside the others. The rocks they removed this day were not being cataloged. Instead, they were being stacked next to the dig. They would be checked later. The two groups formed an efficient bucket brigade and the rocks were cleared quickly. The team would stop for a water break every half hour so sand could be swept up and removed from the steps.Johnny was at the bottom of the stairwell lifting out stones when he uncovered something with a. The precum from the tip of his cock is a little salty and thick but I can't stop craving it. I want more. He holds my head, thrusting himself inside me, gagging me. I feel like a dirty slut. "Keep throat fucking me Wes. Don't stop! Make me gag on your huge cock. I want that load!" I think to myself.After about 10 minutes of making me his fuck toy, Sam gets jealous. She grabs my hair and pulls me off. "You're enjoying this way too much" she says. Sam bends over the bed and tells Wes to.