I read the hard copy, made some suggestions, asked some questions and sent it back for refinement. I would test speak it with the teleprompter at lunc....Grady Sinclair from the State Department was back; I spent the rest of the morning getting educated about Nigeria. At 1100 I put the process in play to make the call to the emir of Nigeria. A general outline of the topics of the conversation and a requested time for the call was some of the things that had to be discussed. Both parties had to be. The first lash hit me across my shoulder blades, and white-hot fire raced through my body as I screamed. Blow after blow landed on my back, my butt, my legs, and all the while, my screams mingled with Mothers laugh. No, Mother, please, stop! The ropes dug into my wrists and ankles as I fought to buck her off. Her hand across my face barely fazed me, and she continued to ride my fourteen-year-old cock. She kept slapping me as she fucked me, and I gritted my teeth to try to hold back my climax,. Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. "For Christ sakes, stop it. You're gonna make me cum." I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his. My friend spread his knees apart and scooted to the edge of his seat. With a gasp, he shot a massive load of cum on her tits. Lines of cum ran down her breasts — some into her cleavage and some on to her bra and hands still holding her tits.My friend fell back into the sofa exclaiming his pleasure. J. leaned over him and kissed him while wiping her hands on the towel. Drops of cum fell from her chest onto her boyfriend. She brushed more of it onto him with her hands and wiped them on his chest.