Ann climbed up between my legs and spat on my gaping hole. " you want to learn how to be fucked, I'm going to teach you how you little slut" Ann said....She pushed her fake dick in me and pushed deep. She pulled back just till the tip was in and started pounding into my butt. Her thrusts pushed me forward driving Rebeccas dick down my throat. I gagged and wanted to scream, but I kept sucking it. After twenty minutes of fucking Ann was finally tired. She pulled out and got off the bed. I tried to. It’s just getting too hot for her. She told me that she got an offer from a bigger periodical in Nashville, and she’s taking it. I can’t say that I blame her there. Apparently, she was going to turn them down, but she has two children and is still going through a divorce. If she dies, her jackass husband gets custody,” Amos remembered, “Sorry, was gonna tell you in a bit here, but we had more immediate concerns to discuss first.”“And Harold Bird?” Damien alluded to the young tech editor who had. My disillusionment with democracy is motivating me to replace it. It has some good points of course, but it's a failing system in America because it's too self-serving for both the voters and the voted. That's been fine for a long time and still is fine in smaller countries because greed is a great motivator, and the "greatest good for the greatest number" has usually been good for a country. But the cost of being greedy is rising too high and neither the public nor the politicians want to. Huh?I know better than to pout too much. Enticing him back might work better. He was getting dressed as I luxuriated in my nudity. Soft sheets against softer thighs. How could this not tempt him?Looking to my left, I saw his belt on the bed. My reaction was swift and involuntary. I squeaked, shifted away, and then grabbed it. Maybe this could be the lure.His eyes sparkled when he realized what I held in my hand. I gave it up with no argument. I don't love the belt, but I crave the attention.A.