“Fuck I want you right now!” Chel cannot believe the words coming from her own mouth but the feel of his throbbing cock in her hands is driving h...r crazy and destroying all hope for rational thought. Once again rock hard and dripping with pre cum Oscar slaps her ass. “Bend over bitch, I want to see that ass bounce.” Chel is amazed as she complies, never has anyone slapped her before... much less call her a bitch. She loved it. Bending over and putting both hands on the tree she juts her butt. They knew the fast way to leave the Dallas market for Los Angeles or New York was to be confrontational and look for the “gotcha” moment that the national feeds would pick up. My interactions with the television news crews in San Diego told me that the people working there weren’t any more a journalist than the idiots with a blog and a cell phone camera. They were just more telegenic.So, I had no issue with marginalizing them.“We’re willing to work around her schedule,” the producer. I found the weight of my body forcing it into me was more prone to create a little bit of bleeding, so I was wary of too much of that. I tried putting a few towels on the floor, and sitting on them in a way that would give the bottle a soft cushion to push into, and so not go all the way into my ass. This didn't always work. One time, I was nearing orgasm, and suddenly I was greeted with a very intense feeling. I came, because it felt so intense, but then I got up to find the bottle, and what I. I look up into my mother’s eyes. “Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Because baby. As much as I love you, I belong to Mistress Lexie and so do you,” she says. My mother goes to her closet and pulls out a duffle bag. “Now baby, why don’t you lie on your stomach on the bed for me.” I take a deep breath. “Please, don’t make me do this.” My mother walks over to me and takes my face into her hands. “Baby, I promise you I would never do anything to hurt you. This is for your own good. Trust me, life as.