Those clowns at the Embassy aren't going anywhere. Are our satellites still functioning?" Zandra asked."Yes, they all have shields plus they are invis...ble to the normals, and we're in control of near space. We could knock out their communication satellites, if necessary, but haven't done so yet," Miranda informed her.Miranda called her assistant who came in to collect the machine and have it analyzed. It was about twenty minutes later that Randell's call came in. Miranda answered the phone and. I had to swallow his cum as fast as I could, but it was way more than I could handle. Some of his thick creamy load seeped out and ran down my chin. My friends and all the men cheered. By the time JD and I finished, most of my girlfriends were dressed but none of the men were. "What's going on?" I asked--as my girl- friends gathered up their stuff to leave. "It's time for us to leave," Jen said. "It's YOUR party." "WHAT?" I asked, shocked. Surely they weren't leaving me alone with these seven. I had no idea what I was getting into that first night that I hired her services as a lady of the night, but I was damn sure glad that I did so.“Oh, papi ... it’s okay ... we don’t have much time left, anyway, until that meeting with Nadia and James, you know. I really put you through your paces tonight, didn’t I? As you can see, you chose well. I will be the best wife ever, I swear it!” the Nicaraguan beauty that I had taken to wife reassured me, though her actions had already made that clear. He still wore his diaper, as Ellie did, do prevent pee and poop from spraying all over the house. But if the rest of us were naked, that was all he wore.And he loved to cook on Papa. That amounted to him lying on his stomach on my chest. His chubby little legs would pull up as if he was a frog and his hands opened and closed reflexively on my chest. It didn't take long in that position for the heat to build up between us, so we called it cooking on Papa. Danielle cuddled back up on the other.