Then he slapped me hard over and over again until I started to cry and beg him to stop. He just laughed and told me to shut the fuck up :o He kept on ...itting me, roaring as I could see his bulge getting harder and harder :o My face was burning as he let my hands go and he yanked my hair up. "Hands behind your back and si hi to the camera, bitch!" I looked up and he was filming with his phone :o "Why are you filming this, sir?" He laughed and told me he was sending it to his son so he could see. ‘Well?’ she said. ‘OK,’ I replied, and let her enter the webpage again. I did so desperately need the money, and couldn’t believe the caning would hurt that much. I had plenty of my photos stashed away in my disc, and sent one off with a request to join in their programme as soon as possible. Immediately I got a reply saying they would phone me to make an appointment in the next few days. That evening, I told Carla I wanted to stay a bit later, to write a few personal letters. After she had. After all had been seen, he turned to the Chief Eunuch and asked to see the ones who spoke English individually. Since there were only four of these, as far as the Chief Eunuch knew, the head wife, Djamilla; the English wife, Davina; little Selima, who had been a present to the Emir Ibrahim from her father Ghada Baroud and who had learned English while he was Ambassador to London; and finally the unfortunate Fatima, the kidnapped American tourist Laura Goldblum, whom he had more or less. ." Well, he (hubby) knows I love him dearly...my heart belongs to him...but tonight, my entire body is yours...for as long as you want...I only have to teach Sunday school tomorrow at 1 o'clock..." I'd love to teach Sunday school with your cum on my breath...and in my pussy...and in my stomach" I want you to eat my married pussy on the dining room table...sitting in my husband's chair...that really make me hot...then we can switch places and I'll blow you like there's no tomorrow..." Come.