Slowly, she pursed her lips and began to suck. She looked up into Tom's face. He sneered down at her. "That's it! I'm gonna give you what my polite br...ther doesn't."Christie could feel the tears of shame begin to roll down her cheek. How could she face her husband after this? "Open your dress. I want to see what my brother doesn't know what to do with." With trembling fingers, Christie unbuttoned her dress. "Now pull your bra up over those big tits." Tom was rocking his hips back and forth. And. He was a bit bigger than Eric and I wasn’t certain if I could take him as deep but the words “Porn star sex” popped into my head as I slid his full shaft into my mouth, my hands kneading his balls as I began bobbing my head up and down the shaft. I picked up speed, loving the feeling of his cock sliding in and out and only stopped long enough to pull it out and tell him “Fuck my face!”Those words had never left my lips before but I was not myself anymore, I was a porn star. His hand wrapped in. Britney: Right lets do this interview we'll do it over her in the lounge area. Britney sat down on the leather sofa and Kate and myself sat opposite her on another identical sofa. I handed Kate the small tape recorder, which the Radio station had given us to record the interview, Kate placed it on the table pressed record and began the interview. She was asking questions off the list the Radio station had given her just the usual stuff, but Britney was getting bored. Britney: Did the station. If the box had been full when they arrived, and none of the police reports involved them handing out masks, Julie must have given them to people in conjunction with whatever she’d told them to do when she was alone. If whatever they’d done at the taverna involved them, the police left it out of the reports, something Troy could easily make them forget. So, some mass protest, perhaps? Not at the ball, certainly. She’d thrown them a curve they weren’t expecting with that move. Further internet.