I love the delicious taste of a man's seed.“Good girl,” he said, breathlessly, while stroking the back of my head. “Such a good, good, girl...�...“I'm always a good girl,” I said, my cum-coated face smiling back up at him, sweetly, while he gazed down at my completely covered face, admiring his work. His masterpiece. His cum-whore.I slowly stood up, massaging his sperm all over my face evenly, until it was all completely absorbed into my skin. I always let a few of the men I fuck each day cum all. Through it all, I attempted to maintain my eager, willing, slutty demeanor, knowing that was what would please them the most. But inside I was crying silently, wondering if this was to be how I would pass all my days. Since the first time Karl had taken advantage of me, I could no longer be aroused by my abuse. Instead, I felt a mixture of soreness and boredom, hoping my rapists would tire of me so I could rest my mouth and body.At night we stopped by the road for a few hours to rest, and after. Both times Olivia scanned the members of both bodies of Congress and found many in both parties willing to vote for new taxes that would be so burdensome to the American population that it would be the cause of the Insurrection.They watched both argue about tax increases to overcome the largest deficit in history. People blamed President Walsh but he couldn't spend a nickel without Congress giving him the money. Walsh was the lame duck serving the last two years of his term. Both parties heaped. " Okay, but be back in twenty or thirty minutes," Brian told him, taking out the pots and pans out of his back pack and setting them by the fire.Heading away from the camp toward another clump of trees some fifty to seventy-five yards farther down the stream, Seth quickly faded into the mass of trees. Glancing over his shoulder, he could no longer see the camp. When he was out of sight of the camp, he turned and carefully began to make his way back up the stream staying hidden in the band of.