Kate was excited to spend the night with him. They made love like a couple, every few hours, sleeping lightly between sessions. At about four am, afte... some particularly intense anal, Kate went out into the kitchen for a drink.Kate could hear Lucy moaning in their bedroom. She wanted to check and make sure her friend was okay. The door was lightly ajar, she nudged it a bit to see. For all of Lucy's complaining about Rick the last few days and nights she sure seemed to be enjoying herself.Lucy. “Take that man away. False and misleading news reporting has been responsible for too many deaths already in this week alone. Perhaps spending a few years in prison will bring about an understanding of the need to speak and ask questions truthfully and responsibly.” The CNN representative was hauled away with the guard maintaining a tight grip on him. I noticed that the MSNBC representative was pale under her makeup. No one questioned the right to do what was done.There were a few more. Hecould hardly argue that he deserved more time with Kelly. The bitternessand the echoing of Lucy's accusations were refreshed every time a castingagent said "Sorry, but we were looking for someone younger."At 40, he was beginning to show signs that would only get more pronounced- the graying hair, bags under the eyes (or was that from stress), theslight paunch. George Clooney could afford Botox and a health clubmembership. Not Tim Reynolds!There she was! Kelly waved to him from the food court.. Show some fucking gratitude. I’ll add one more lash for you bad manners. A hard one across your tits.??Oh god. Please not there, Mr Fleming. Please. Please not across my tits.??Do you want two lashes there???No, sir.??Then ask me to do it.??Oh god. Oh god.? She turned to look back at him, her eyes resting briefly on his erect cock, and then said to him ?Please beat my tits, Mr Fleming, to teach me some better manners.?WHACK. She yelped and surged forwards again, pushing his desk across the.