I guess in a way, what I do write has a sense offamiliarity that most would understand if context were to be vague. Forexample: there are those days...in which I can sit here, wonder about lifeand the meaning I myself bring into it. Why am I here? Why do I exist? I mean, that's pretty clich?. I'm sure most would kill to get a chanceto speak to Fate himself in order to find out. That is, assuming thatFate is a person...let alone a man. However, I would be willing to wagerthat I perhaps am. She looks at me and says “please Mr. Tom fuck me more, I want you cock in me, fuck me please.” Now how can I say no to that? I bury my cock deep in her. As I do I thump her ass, spreading it. She is now rocking on my cock. She has turned into a little fuck machine. I take my cock out and rub her asshole with the tip. I tell her I am going to fuck her ass now. She looks back at me with a scared look but says “ok”. I press the tip in slowly. She tries to hold back the scream but when. To have sex. On camera. To broadcast!One of the side benefits of the program exec pitches, though, was that there were also potential sponsors attending the sessions. Sponsors looked for programming that was an appropriate vehicle for their advertising. These guys hired people like Donna to define exactly who could and should buy their products. You didn't put tampon ads in the middle of a football game. We got a lot of business cards from companies looking for shows to advertise on.By. Me and Mark always had a very understanding and amazing friendship, we never fought and always had fun. We could turn to one another if there was something wrong, but we also understood if one of us wanted some space. We easily could go on for months with almost no contact and not make a big deal out of it. Yes, even in this modern area with WhatsApp the contact between us was hard, probably because he was not a big fan of texting and me neither. Our contact purely stood on Skyping and school,.