Mrs. Tasoula these injections should make you to the pop, I hope you will not be ashamed of me. Please if you like, take a bath and lie down in the di...an. He offered to bring a chair to rest on my clothes and then I noticed that Ali already had a knot on his pants as he spoke to me. His penis had gotten up and was almost full of erections when I asked him to clarify what he meant to get rid of, he wanted to get rid of it all, or it was enough to take a little pantie to give me the injection in. I doubt she'll remember. Last year was celebrated with a well-deserved beating.God, I love her.When we first came here we were runaways who thought we knew it all. We knew she lived alone, was the heiress of a bakery fortune and that she lived alone and unguarded, close to the bad part of town. We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We were pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke. Then came mine and it was embarrassing Jada had made recordings of us as she gave me instruction. Oral, anal, penetration all holes with my dick, fingers, tongue and toys. Barb is staring at the discs intently. Breaking the tension I speak up, “That is one really pretty dick working on that girl, don’t you think.” Then I roll on my best smile and Barb rolls her eyes muttering “men” in feigned disgust. The last disk is a short compilation of just Barb and Jada. Obviously the two are doing. Understanding, she guided me inside and up a ramp to the mezzanine level. Her shapely derriere was an easy object to follow. Merritt stopped at the first workstation and pointed at the long-haired woman. Above her desk was a plaque with "Message Torpedo" printed on it."Hello," said the slender woman, unfazed at our arrival. She rested her small hands patiently on her pants, waiting for us to declare our purpose."I'd like to send an outbound message through the communication buoy system to.