My foot gently rocking back and forth as the top of my toes cradle and rub against your balls and you squirm beneath me begging me to take you all in ...s I toy with you... just barely lightly teasing the head of your pulsating cock. Your hands find their way to my shoulders as you try to force me down over you, but, grabbing your wrists briskly I throw your hands up over your head and straddle you instead. My legs sprawled out in front of me flanking your body... the soft suede of my shoes. It could be five klicks away or three thousand.Rather than take the vectors in a clockwise order, I started with one near the center because it was the one where I felt the strongest sense of danger. About eight hundred klicks away from Chongqing, I plotted intersecting vectors for each threat I felt. By the time I finished, my nav comp looked as if someone had dropped a double handful of spaghetti on a map.Fortunately, I’d color-coordinated the ten strongest feelings, which helped eliminate. I couldn't have been more wrong.After a fortune in share markets, I was now living my dream - of being a freelance journalist. While other 'colleagues' were out in the thick of the battle, I roamed the less offensive fields of art. My speaciality was paintings, and pretty soon, all I had to do was type my name at the end of anything and the newspapers would publish it. To me, they were - are - insensitive buffoons, who are guilty of every hypocrisy that they condemn in others (can you believe. “Julie, you go first,” she said.“Yes Ma’am,” Julie pulled the plug out of her ass and quickly hopped over the toilet. She squatted on the rim of the bowl and held her ass over it.I was glad I didn’t watch. It sounded like she had the squirts, and the amount of water that came out of her ass would have definitely overfilled our bowls. My mom flushed twice, and Julie thanked her afterward and sounded relieved.“Mandy, your next,” Mom said. That bitch knew I was struggling. This was retaliation..