With her confined in the corner, he firmly grabs her by the throat. Tilting her head back and looks into her eyes.Sternly he says, ‘When I tell you ...o quit doing something, I expect you to stop.’He pulls his cock out, and shoves it into her mouth. She naturally reaches up to take a hold of it.‘Hands by your side. I just want to use your mouth. The next time I say stop you will.’She nods yes.‘Good.’He pulls his cock from her mouth, placing it back in to his pants, and walks to the kitchen.‘Now. TURN OFF,if your feet are crusty i wont,if your teeth are buttery and arm pit hairs are not shaved. This shows me bad hygiene and grooming habits so why would i eat u. I make an exception from time to time (rare).I know us men are not perfect but we dont have the problems a pussy has and women are suppose to be fem and lady like not crusty. A few tips keep your skin creamed find the good shit, spend some money light perfume in the cream not heavy, get your feet, eye brows and nails done ever. The door to the inner office opened, and Betsy Vocero, the senator's campaign press secretary walked out and gave Will a big smile as he walked to the coffee pot. He smiled back at her and asked, "Would you like some coffee? I just made some as what was left could have put hair on your toe nails."Betsy laughed and replied with her soft southern drawl, "With all of this snow and cold weather, that might not be such a bad thing."With a sad look on his face, Will said, "Sorry, but I poured it down. All the while, he kept sucking her clit, keeping her coming, until she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. Finally, he lifted his face from her quivering sex and let out a satisfied moan. She squealed and let her aching legs fall to the floor when his fingers slipped from inside her. Her right hand slapped between her legs of its own volition, and she cried out again as an aftershock wracked her body. When she opened her eyes, Will had pushed aside a few things on the desk and sat.