”“What can I do for you?” Ambassador Lorenz asked.“I’d like to discuss some issues we’ve been having in getting some of our products throu...h customs in Franka,” Mr. Demmings said.“What’s the problem?”“There’s been some extremely long delays in clearing customs for our products manufactured here in Inra that we’re shipping to Franka. We had a shipment of harvesters sit in customs for almost a month. It’s hurting our delivery dates.”“Call my secretary for an appointment so that we can discuss the. She seemed to be in agony all the time as I continued to properly fuck Catherine. Her face thrashed about, her nails dug into my ass. Everything told me she was in pain, but, her legs. She still used her feet around me, pulled me in as I thrust deeply, fully, my cock surrounded by a hot pulsing envelope. I again felt the amazing sensation on my cock-head, being hit, being squashed, like you would squeeze a lemon to get the juice, it was sensational. I kept pounding; I was lost with my head. ”“The ideal shape. Here, look in the mirror. Do you see how beautiful you are? Like the Venus de Milo. Not these, of course, although she originally had arms. But these are just the shape of her breasts. Watch yourself. See? She didn’t look like this. The place she posed must have been warm. Now, let’s get these off.”“But you’re still dressed.”“And look the better for it -- not good but better. You, on the other hand ... Beautiful and sexy -- rising out of your panties and jeans as if from sea. ’ He grinned because observing Fiona over the years had taught him that she didn’t suffer fools gladly. But she wasn’t finished yet in damning her hangers on. ‘And it’s all so boring when they reckon that for the price of a night out they can get in my pants.’ Then suddenly he couldn’t read her face anymore. Her expression had become closed to him so Tom took the opportunity to explore his own feelings even further. There was now no doubt in his mind that he loved her, loved her to distraction,.