"So I'm doing you a favor by spanking these perfect fuck cheeks of yours?"Another moan, "yes sir.. yes please don't stop." Thank me." Thank you, sir."...Beg for this your dirty slut. Beg me." Please sir, give me another. Please!" Another slap.He releases her breasts from her black lace bra; they swing as he begins to slide his cock between her slit. His left hand wanders to her hard nipples, his right holding her bound hands as leverage as he humps her like a fuck toy. His cock is covered in her. Sucking me off at random locations and times as he felt the urge. In the bathroom of this old lady's house, that we were moving- for example. I can remember the look on her face as we both exited the john, me zipping up and Greg putting his teeth back in. She had a look of total horror as she realized what must have taken place. Didn't tell on us though. Greg was black-mailing me because he knew I liked to sneak out of the program most. He knew from painful experience that killing Americans was not easy. They would take no chances. Three of his men with one of the tube shaped rocket propelled grenade launchers - the ubiquitous RPG which was their most effective weapon- were told to move to a position above the lone man guarding the bend in the road, taking full advantage of the way in which his attention was foolishly focused on the road itself rather than on the more dangerous ridgeline above him. That man was dangerous; he. "D'you like them?" she asked."Yeah." I'm a model," she said, "and I've got my own website. It's called msdawnp.com. I'll show you later but I bet you'd rather see the real thing, wouldn't you?" Yes please," I said eagerlyShe giggled again. "Well, seeing as you ask so nicely, and I did promise you, didn't I?"She pushed her little skirt down over her massive hips, turning to wiggle her huge bum at me, then she took hold of the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. Her bosoms were even.