The guerrilla attacks against us themselves haven't been decisive, but they have hurt us. That combined with a half million religious fanatics who fee... that death in a jihad will earn them instant salvation has killed us. Also they have been using chemical weapons and you said you didn't want us to stoop to his level. Being laden down with the chemical warfare gear has definitely hindered our fighting ability." I would still rather not resort to chemical weapons, but I feel that it is time that. Good now that is out of the way, Mondays, is shoppingday. Each Sunday you will give to me and Mistress Cleo your planned menuitems for the week, do an inventory of your cleaning supplies. andtoiletries needed to sustain the week. You will also ask me and MistressCleo if there is anything special we might want, or need for the week.Perhaps some feminine hygiene products, or an outfit we could use, maybesome lingerie for the men in our life. Mondays will be the day you doall the shopping for. “Fuck!” She cracked like thunder when I took her buzzing clit in my fingers. She struggled but I just smirked. I had to tilt her, rolling her towards Nastya. I brought her leg up from my hip and into my armpit. I could rise up, use all of my muscles better. She only had the limousine’s upholstery to scratch up. I struck deeper as I played her nub. She squealed.“Noisy little piglet, isn’t she?” I bragged at Nastya.“She’s not very little,” Nastya reached between us and flicked The Valkyrie’s. She felt amazing, the way her pussy had wrapped itself around him her juices making it as slick as silk.The heady sensations were having an intense effect on Peter’s mind, a cocktail of pleasurable chemicals being released by his brain made him feel like he was on an amazing high. This only urged him on, to prolong this feeling, thrusting in and out of her, there was a sense of detachment, like all that existed at that moment in time was the connection between their bodies linking them as.