Grown men will be fighting over copies of the issue, a special one-time run we will be offering. We will make millions,” Robert said with glee.Britn...y was on the verge of tears. “I…I don’t get it. What do you want from me? Money? I can give you lots and lots of money! I’ll even give you credit on my new album,” Britney said as enthusiastically as she could muster, hoping to bargain with this gaunt man.“No no no, I don’t want your money. I have all the money I could ever need,” Robert said. "You've recovered," as she took a slap at the tent pole in my shorts. It bounced a couple of times and she giggled and slapped again, like a cat swats one of the spring toys on a scratching post. "Ouch, take it easy s*s. How would you like it if I pinched your tits?" Well, it might be fun but remember the rules; no touching, at least for you."Standing there in only her panties, "I've gotten a little messy." She started to remove them. My eyes were on stalks. I was going to see s*s completely. The shirt was almost opaque but not quite, so I didn't wear a bra, thinking I'd tease her a little bit. The skirt material was thin and I didn't want panty lines, so I picked a baby blue thong from the underwear drawer. It had never been worn, and was one of the more sensual things that Amber had encouraged me to buy. My legs were tan enough and I hated pantyhose, so I went bare-legged. I shifted the essentials from my purse to a clutch bag and I was ready. Oh, and footies for my shoes. Can't. Brianna barely moved the whole trip back, she was so exhausted.Mandy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, burdened by Hermes's 14-liter load. Her pale tummy was bloated to resemble a full-term pregnancy. Blue veins were visible across its tight surface. She could feel the trapped sperm and air shifting inside her, making her belly rumble.She idly fingered her pussy under her panties and felt the smooth, hard mucus plug just inside her inner lips. Tom had told her to be careful playing with.