Suck it….” Her cruelty was immense as her tongue again went down the shaft to the sack and whispered another tease “Do you want me to suck it...Barney?” as her eyes met mine, both mine and hers filled with pure lust as I panted out a reply “Yessss…PLEASE” in pleading gasps. Her tongue again ascended in daunting swirls along the length and took the head into her lips once as I shook with desire to feel her throat gulp against the head. A drop of creamy pre-cum escaped the Meatu slit and she. She was English-born, and she was a friend to poor and unfortunate Aborigines. She wished only to go on doing good and being happy.’”“You’re right. It’s amazing! What would it be like if you looked at the Boers in South Africa?”“I don’t know. But we could look at some Rider Haggard. We’ve about a dozen.”But King Solomon’s Mines or one of the other Quatermain stories, or She wouldn’t do much good.”“Well, here’s Swallow, that’s Boer novel.” Patrick paged through the beginning. “Here, you can see. My usual ad "BBW 4 BBC"! It was my most successful ad headline and I knew I would get great results, but I had no idea I was about to meet the "meat grinder".He responded to my ad and we flirted back and forth for a little while before making a date. He said it was his birthday and I was to be his present. The thought of this excited me because his chocolate bar looked enormous and those puffy luscious lips were begging to be sucked on.For a few days before we met I became obsessed with the. "I'll draw a bath, a bubble bath, lots of foamy scented stuff and you can soak while the champagne chills, yeah"She nodded against my chest,"And then we'll sit and watch two hundred channels of bloody rubbish, yeah?"Another nod, silence and then a giggle that sent a shiver down my spine, I felt her fingers gripping my hips, digging in and actually hurting me,"Three days Terry" she said as she lifted her head, "Three days and my life's changed forever" So has mine mum, remember?" Oh God yes.