One of the females, an elderly and sterile baboon I called Fannie Mae, came forward submissively chattering something. I got the gist. Dictators, whet...er human or baboon, create perpetual shortages in the midst of plenty. You don't need to believe me. The United Kingdom used to have the world's best medical care—look at what happened when the entire system was turned over to a bureaucracy! "I see. Bear with me, daughter."How much English did the baboons understand? Beats me! I spoke, and I had. His shirt was un-buttoned, and his pants were down around his ankles. A beautiful blondewas bobbing her head up and down on his hard cock. Muffled moans wereemanating from her mouth, as though she were enjoying the act as much asMark was.The blonde's medium length hair was brushing against the top of Mark'sthighs with every down stroke. Her ample breasts, encased in a redbustier with lace cups were pressed against his thighs too, just abovehis knees. Her left hand, tipped with long crimson. ...............Maize:I know my dad is close by, I can smell his aftershave. The blunt object being rammed between my spread legs isn’t as cold anymore but it isn’t having any more luck breaking into me yet, thank the lord! Every part of my pussy stings and the throbbing in my asshole is refusing to subside. I keep kidding myself into thinking I can cope with it, that I can get used to it but every time I actually start to think it’s true, the boss think of a new way to torture me.“Here,” I hear. No please don't change out of your bikinis, they are yours to keep." The blond said as she guided them back to the interview room."Now for a thousand dollars cash I would like to interview you both about a new magazine we are publishing, it is aimed at mixed or interracial couples." Both women agreed to be interviewed further, though they felt somewhat uncomfortable with the subject. "Now how do you feel about black men?" The blonde asked."Well, I don't know. My husband does not like to see.