As a result, he was not surprised when he heard a knock on the door. Feeling relaxed and in a rather pleasant frame of mind, he opened the door."Basta...d! Son-of-a-bitch! I ought to call the police!"She spat the words out in a furious tone of voice. It was Betty, blushing and enraged!"How dare you do such a thing to me?" she hissed. "That spanking was just supposed to be some kind of gag. You weren't supposed to..."Frank smiled at the display of spirit. "Come in, Betty," he told her, standing. I moaned again and again as currents of excitement coursed through my body like currents of high voltage electricity. My pussy felt on fire. My clit burned with its desire to be touched and caressed. Suddenly Sean stood up and slipped out of his Jeans, releasing his throbbing hard on. His rampant shaft was huge, at least 10 inches long and as thick as my forearm. His blood engorged cock knob glistening with drops of his pre cum. Stripping my sopping wet panties down and off my long legs, he. "Mm, uh," she stalled. He tapped his foot impatiently. "Cindy brought it home one night. We were bored...and," she couldn't look him in the eye.He knew what they did with it."And..." he waited, as he enjoyed the vision of her brain working overtime."She'd stick one end in her and the other end in me." she said, running the words together so he wouldn't understand them."And who enjoyed it the most?" She did." Kymber lied.Using his long, strong arms, Michael ensnared the little gamine easily. " She stood up and left.Al Kozak, a political analyst from CIA, looked sad. "I'm good at this cross-cultural political field, but Viola taught me. She's better at it than was Ruth Benedict, and I say that as someone with intense respect for Benedict. I too have problems with their approach -- my wife, Connie, and I are partners and she's as competent as I am, in a different area. Maybe we should get someone with a lot of experience working with a male-dominant culture, probably Arab?"Terry,.