Their friend was good at challenging the authorities; he could parry man-trap questions, he could trip up the most devious of questioners, challenge t...e very basis of their religion it seemed; and the authorities let it happen. Talk was what they were all good at. They were a little surprised when he lost it a day or so ago, but even there, he had a point. They had let tradesmen get rather too close to worship. Religion doesn’t need people, people need religion. The religious bureaucracy would. Accompanying this caption was a picture of her in one of the most beautiful gowns Emma had ever seen. The caption also said that it was an Oscar de la Renta gown.The exact gown Emma had been making herself sick for two weeks for so she could fit into the size 0 or 2, whichever fit her boobs.She rolled over on her bed, her groan being muffled by her Egyptian cotton pillowcase. She immediately rolled all the way off her bed, and ran to the bathroom, making the chocolate cake come rising up her. Just two human beings colliding on these shiny streets, the Christmas lights sparkling incandescently. And Kate in black. Well, she shone brightest of them all. Glitter raining from her pockets with every step.Kate made a grab for Ella but it was too late. The black cab whizzed past spraying her with hours’ worth of December drizzle. She shrieked, hands to her face and then fuck it, she was dancing, laughing, her blazer swinging like the wings of a fledging.And Kate was hooked.“Where, Ella?”. Then I showed no mercy.Down my head plunged until I had him fully in my mouth, my nose buried against his groin. I began to suck him as my head bobbed up and down, the head battering at the entrance to my throat. Faster and faster I went, never releasing the suction of my mouth. His groans and cries of pleasure were delightful music to my ears. Then he gave one deep moan and filled my mouth with hot, salty cum, which I greedily swallowed.I had no sooner raised my head in triumph when he.