?No no, oh please stop, no no, it feels so good, please don’t, please stop!? Slurp slurp slurp ?Not fucking fair you fucking bitch. Do...not make me cum! Oh God, keep licking, but do not make me cum. Oh god, lick my clit but not too much not too much? Slurp slurp slurp ?Nooooot toooo muucccchchhhyyyyearrrghghhh oh god oh god oh god I love you so much you fucking bitch why did you make me cum you bitch?? ?Well, because now you’ve got no reason not to make me. .Irgendwann schliefen wir ein. V?llig ersch?pft. Am n?chsten morgen wachte ich ziemlich fr?h neben meinem tollen H?schen auf. Wie war das mit Hasen und Sex? Unbedingt glauben!"Wasch ischt mit deinem Kindern? Kommen die nischt irgendwann wieder?" Mischt! Dasch h?tte isch beinahe vergeschen!" Wir schollten unsch beeilen, esch dauert, bisch wir im Wald schind!" Ok, aber tschehn Minuten haben wir noch?"*-*Es wurden mehr als zehn Minuten, und dann machten wir auch noch Fotos von uns. Nachdem wir. James stood up and began to walk around the bound figure letting his fingers lightly slide over the skin and the smooth fabric of the corset. "'Carol' has given you to me tonight bitch. You're all mine. But don't worry too much. I'm not a sadistic bastard. I"m just going to make you my fuck toy."He was rewarded with another loud moan and conscious of his cock growing almost painfully stiff in his jeans. By now he had reached "Sherri's" ass and looking down he could see a nice fat dildo shoved. I looked up, knowing that I was probably glaring. I didn’t bother composing myself. These numbers were the supervisors’ responsibility to maintain. What the fuck were those team meetings for? It was his job to teach his agents how to approach our policyholders with referrals, how to make it sound like they were doing them a favor, how they were experienced and knew insurance so well that they knew exactly what the policyholder was missing. It probably wasn’t Paul’s fault since his agents.