.. erm ... so on, there should be a much greater news presence. There's a lot more money that can be made from advertising there." Hmmm," said Eden, w...o already looked bored. "Advertising revenue isn't really a big deal, is it? I don't expect to make much money out of Reuters-Fox anyway. Its costs are hardly covered by advertising revenue, but if you think there's money to be made from advertising then have a word with Marketing. I'm sure they'll be all ears. No, I was wondering more about. When you come in here, you get to fuck whatever hole you can find," Béla said. "That's the rules of the Target Club. There are no rules. Except for 'No fighting over the nooky'!" God," Jake whispered, his voice filled with awe at the sensations raging through him.Placing his hands on Béla's cum-slicked breasts, he felt his way down the curves of her body – her slippery-sticky ribs, her slender but well-muscled waist, moving one hand around to the front of her stomach and down toward her pelvic. She made guys cum and women orgasm. And she stayed in the group until she was satiated. She eventually made her way out of the room and walked to a bathroom. On the way she passed a mirror. What she saw devastated her. She was skinny, with her ribs showing. Her boobs had shrunk and there were dark patches under hollow eyes. She was covered from head to foot, including her long hair, with cum, pussy juice, and who knows what else. She never reached the bathroom. Carol threw on as much clothing. . you know... like... help yourself?" Heather blushed as she searched for words. Living with her prudish husband for years had made her forget words like 'cum' and 'jerk off'. She suddenly felt a sense of rebellion and anger at her husband for years of joyless life."I tried that too, Aunt Heather" he whined. "But I can't use my hands to... you know... because the skin near the ring hurts real bad." Well, we'll have to use a different method then. Go to the shower and I'll be there in a.