He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.But of course, he couldn't;...not right now. Tonight though, there would be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub them.The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he. Motioning them to sit down she asked what they wanted and Mei said, "Three one-way tickets to Hong Kong for today's flight and we will pay cash."Weiwei punched a few buttons on her computer and quoted the fare as $7,326 total. Kurt opened one of the briefcases he was carrying and started emptying the money on the table. Weiwei noted the slight color stain of the liquid she had poured onto the bills in the bank but said nothing. Instead she collected the cash in a little pile on the desk, hit. "I paused to take all of this in. I forced my best smile to my face. "Ido believe you Nivea with no doubts in my head. It's Mattie I need tohear from. First of all, I'm worried that it's nearly an hour since shesaid she'd be back. That's never happened before. She's usually soprompt. Don't worry! I have 100% faith in her. I'm sure that there's alogical explanation for this. We'll just wait until we see her to findout what it is. I just hope no one hurt her."Sure enough, 20 minutes later. After much entreating, Jeb had agreed that her final descent into hell should take place over two days. Sunday she would start easy with the hand job and then proceed to the anal fucking from Father Branden – who was forcing himself to abstain from the sin of self-pleasure to ensure he had plenty of spunk for her. Then she could rest; ‘relax’ Clinton had said – relax knowing that nearby your daughter is being forced to do who knows what; and the following evening the oral and then the final.