Richards, are you still there? ... So, you understand my problem, right? It was either make him bring me to Vegas and marry me so I could get him into...bed right away or make him feel guilty for being unable to resist me! And I couldn't do that to such an honorable, sexy man!"There was a long pause while Diana listened to his mother. She smiled and nodded her head and said, "Uh huh," a couple of times. Then she said, "Yes, ma'am. He told me about that, and that's why I'm doing my best to make up. It came with a pair of red silk gloves which she seldom wore except in particularly intimate scenes between herself and John.‘Who are we targeting today sensei?’ she asked‘I want to dispose of a priest, the rest is your choice’‘There was this one woman I always hated, she is a prostitute, and a good one at that’‘Great, another pimp to kill before I can get to her’‘Oh no sensei, she doesn’t have a pimp’ John looked at her‘No pimp?’‘No, she is skilled at combat though, you will need a good. I love the taste of warm piss.Anyway as I was telling you, he doesn't like me to open the door. He doesn't want to see my slutty face when I don't have his cock inside my mouth. So, I'd just step near to the bed and get on to my knees. He would open the door with his key. As the door opens I bend forward and raise my ass for him. That is what he wants to see.I hear the swish of the belt as it is removed from the loops in one single blow and tense my ass muscles. The belt strikes my butt with a. Punctual, Amber’s blouse button being open so he could see the top of her breast. A team player, the way her arse looked in that pencil skirt and I’m always willing to seek advice if I cannot handle a situation myself, Amber’s lips, how they parted when she smiled.”… He was screwed. He slowly walked to the interview room and stepped inside. The panel were watching him, they looked intimidating. He started to worry that he had forgotten why he was even here, and ran over everything in his head;.