Count Chicago, Philadelphia, New Orleans, Memphis, St. Louis & a few more towns.America means mainly false blondes, BOOBS, moans. No-one can come wit...out at least praying loudly .-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Professor Poet-PETER is an expert in Erotica. He knows the fast and simple trick to train them, to behave normal duriing any fuck.Professor. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The next. Once again I pressed twenty-five and then I pressed start. That time I was not blinded by the light. I looked at my boss and he was just staring at my exposed tits.Just before the machine shut off he asked me if I would make an extra set for him. I smiled and pressed the number one and then start. Then I got down, turned around, and pressed my tits onto the glass once again. I made one more copy for him.Then he asked, “Can I have one of your beautiful face too?”I placed my finger on the start. I told her to pull on my hair to see for herself. She grapped a handfull and pulled hard. It hurt so I yelped a little and she pulled her hand away fast. She looked at me and said I should get a haircut soon. I was real thick and getting shaggy up there. She smiled and gave me a wink. I went back to my terminal and felt that tingle again. I just blew it off and continued to work. I felt a tickle on my neck and thought it was one of the girls messing with me so I turned around and got a real.