.In the morning--as Melissa sucked on my cock, whichshe had been doing pretty much all night, even in hersleep, as if it were a pacifier--her boss at ...hedepartment store (for which Melissa handledpurchasing) called to say that the store would beclosed for the next two days at least, and that hewould call again on Thursday to let her know what theschedule would be as of that Friday. Now, it occurred to me in the light of morning that Ihad nothing. No money, no credit cards, no bank card,no. " Fucking hell! You're kidding, right?"David sighed again. He gripped the wheel. It was obvious to Phillippa that after that long drive over the mountains, the last thing he relished was to drive to another town. Shit! If they'd left Marrakech a few hours earlier, they might have stood a chance of making it all the way to Agadir."Okay!" she relented. "The hippy place, it is. Surely they'll have some rooms vacant."David pushed his key into the ignition and backed the vehicle out of the parking. There was a very regular pattern of “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt.That continued for perhaps fifteen or sixteen strokes when slave wanda began groaning softly with each stroke. After a few more strokes, her groans were yelps. A few more strokes and the yelps became short screams. At stroke twenty-one, slave wanda screamed out, “No, no, Stop! Please stop.”The spanking slowed, but did not stop. At stroke. He nodded a slow yes to the host's question about seeing the video taped evidence he had with him. The tiny cameras the show's detectives had shown him how to install in his bedroom had been exceptionally high-quality devices. The scenes of his wife having sex with her lover were sharp and clear. They were at least a full magnitude better than the videos he'd made with his own spy cameras.Showing distress while he watched the tiny digital camcorder's view screen, Ryan tugged on the beard he'd.