Trixie was a stunning young woman. Barely out of college with a double Master in African American Studies and Criminal Justice she had been recruited ...eavily by by the newly formed Federal Breeding Institute, the organization that regulates nation breeding policy. A cheerleader from the time she could walk Trixie was what was called a “flyer”. These are the girls at the top of this pyramid, usually the smallest girls on the squad. Trixie turned down dozens of scholarship offers from large. Who knows?"Jeff sighed. "I imagine he made a lot more untaxable money by selling those women and girls and working for this organization than he could make by being a gynecologist, not to say anything about what he was getting from his drugs." Yeah, and he wouldn't have to get up in the middle of the night because one of his patients was having a baby. I can't imagine having a scumbag like him delivering my baby," she shivered. "You know he wouldn't care what happened to the woman." Not unless. ”Hunter drops his head, fighting against his emotions. When he finally lifts his head back up, he says, “I love you.”“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Karissa says, pulling him back in by his cock. “Now ram that big ass dick in me.”He kisses her hard—harder than before. He hand runs through her hair. With his other hand, he pushes away hers and brushes it against her cunt lips teasingly. Karissa moans and arches her back toward him. When she cannot take the teasing anymore, she wraps her arms around. Whitney from P&G called, I had to take it, I went to the conference room for a little quiet. Good news is, I think we're in perfect shape now, probably better than when we started. I couldn't get a straight answer from them what exactly it was you told them, but I guess at this point it doesn't matter. In the future, if you're unsure on the legal details, just pass it to me for review. I'm more than happy to protect you on something like that. From Charley I mean, more than outsiders like.