Lori is not petite by any stretch of the imagination. She's probably at maximum weight for her five foot six inch frame, but it's in all the right pla...es. Her waist is soft, but trim, and her curvy shape is quite exaggerated. On another woman, it might look strange, but for her it works. She looks like she could have been an exotic dancer in another life working her way through college, but has now left her past behind, and settled into suburbia. Okay. In other words she looks a bit like a slut. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. I’m not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD’s. If I’m thinking about what it would feel like to do. This was repeated and soon he began a pumping rhythm that had his balls slapping off of my face with him moaning in obvious pleasure. "Slave, prepare for your first load of cum and remember what I told you." I could tell that my belly would soon be filled with his cum since his balls were no longer slapping as hard against my face as they had tensed up and he was still deep fucking my throat. "Here it comes, swallow every drop" Jesse barked as I felt his cock start to spasm and shoot a warm. My guess is Sylvia knew someone who wanted your head on a pike," Rita commented."I'm no longer involved with this group of cutthroats," I said. "Bart and I run legitimate businesses. Did Sylvia have the same advice for him?" Yes, you should all lay low," Rita said. "This will all blow over in a year or two." So what happens to the operation?" I asked."Oh the work will go on. Someone has to keep the country's business going," Rita said. "It's just the politicians are going to be in hiding till.