He needs to come grovel at your feet, Island Girl. He screwed up royally.’ She tapped the table with a long, tapered nail to make her point. ‘It�...s been two days, he’s taking too long to start the groveling.’ ‘Good to have you on my side, Chi-town,’ Lani said with a small smile. How a girl from Honolulu had become best friends with one from Chicago, she’d never quite know, but she’d always be grateful. ‘I guess it was just . . . a misunderstanding. That first weekend . . . it was so intense, but. The soldier and the young blonde who had just slaked my body's needs stayed behind, and I heard her squawk as we reached the tavern floor.And there stood my friend, Herr Schmidt, all smiles, nodding to the officer and saying, "Zee, I toldt you."The fusilier had me taken to a back room and tied to a chair. Then he questioned me about my work, my friends and my company. I claimed ignorance, and it did not please him. He began beating me with his quirt and heavy gloves, slashing at my face until. Like a k** taking apeek at a Christmas present, he thought in guilty excitement.The prep school headmaster nodded indulgently. "By all means. Let us see what the dear is up to." He pulled a key from hisjacket pocket and unlocked the door of the wallmounted woodcabinet behind him. The opened door revealed a dark monitor. the academic punched in a code on the monitor console and themonitor expanded into a technicolor square."She's so damn cute!" The businessman looked at the small figureon. Bridgette kissed and licked the length of his hard cock, only leaving it behind to kiss and lick her way over his abs and chest toward her nephew’s face. Before she could kiss his lips, Dustin twisted his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back.“I only kiss real women on the mouth,” he said, looking into Bridgette’s deep, green eyes as his cock sheathed itself in her pussy. “You’re a cocksucking, ass licking cum slut. Your mouth isn’t good enough to kiss mine. Now tell me what a white.