My sweet dreamy cum floods her mouth. Linda is lapping it up as fast as she can.She scoops some cum up and feeds me her fingers that are dripping of m... juices. We start to kiss, deep and passionately, my cum on her breath. We are holding each other. I tell Linda I have never had such a powerful orgasm as I just did.I want to return the favor. Linda tells me there is oil on the table. She said it would be nice if I could give her a massage. Linda lays on her stomach and I put the warm oil on my. "Now get those slutty red, thigh-hi boots on. They'll make you look like a real tramp - just the type of slut I like to bitch-slap around!" he laughed loudly at his crude attempt at humor.I looked aghast. There was no hope. It wasn't even that he was physically so much bigger than me, but the way he exuded strength and authority, there was clearly no way I could resist him. And, in light of the evidence I had just seen, the Police would probably never believe my claim that his assault was. She took the dishcloth and wine glass from Salim’s hand, and placed it on the table. She put her arms around Salim, ignoring the stares from Amna and Rosemary who were, for different reasons, unhappy with Susan spending too much time with Salim. Susan kissed Salim tenderly on the lips, and then after a brief test of Salim’s crotch to see how moist she was, discreetly guided her to the bedroom where she used her skill and artistry to distract Salim’s thoughts from Dalitha. As the two lay. " Thanks."Apparently they take their job seriously in the DHS, because quite a few of them started arriving soon after 7am. The average leaving time the previous night had been about 7pm, so America may be in the hands of moronic assholes, but at least they're dedicated moronic assholes. That made me feel so much better.My watching the arrivals was interrupted by my guard yelling out, "You awake?"I took a wild guess that he was talking to me, so I called back, "Yeah." You want breakfast?" DO I.