I was honored to be a guest of your country on the day when your President Thornton gave the great speech, Let Freedom Ring." Your President is a very...smart man, and his smartness leads him to naturally do great things, because great men do great things. It is in your bloodlines, Sir."Sir, my brother-in-law was given my sister in marriage by our father, in hopes bring ... better times to our people in Somalia. Things at home are very bad ... Very bad. The tribal rulers are truly despots, who. She moves her hand up and down my hard cock. She teases the sensitive skin underneath the head with her fingertips. I begin to moan loudly from her touches.Then she stops licking my balls and moves her mouth over my throbbing shaft. She massages my balls with one hand while kissing and licking my cock. She moves her mouth to the head of my shaft and takes it in her wet mouth, her tongue dancing all around it. Her lips slide slowly down my shaft. I feel her soft wet mouth as she takes every inch. Her pussy was throbbing. Her heart was pounding. She had to do this. She noticed the blindfold taped to the outside of her usual locker. Her heart felt like it would beat through her chest. She sat her gym bag down in front of the locker and tentatively began removing her tank top. She looked around the room trying to find some evidence that he was there. There was nothing. She took off the sports bra. Her breasts were firm and damp with sweat. She caressed herself without thinking and noticed. She observed me in silence for a moment, my bare ass exposed, my dick hanging limply in the cool air. I knew my balls were visible from behind. She rubbed the cold wooden spoon against either cheek and ran the edge down my crack, pushing it against my anus. And then it began. Two quick smacks to each cheek. My knees buckled. "Stand up," she commanded. She delivered about two dozen strokes in rapid succession, the sound echoing off the tile walls. I did not cry out, only grunting in pain,.