"It would be nice to have had a few customers. Now that the cops have all gone, there should be more customers." Brit you didn't want to tend bar anyw...y," I said. "While the place was filled with cops, Jeremy and I didn't have to worry about any unwanted visitors." You didn't need to worry, I got a shotgun," he said to me. "You don't have to be a sniper to use one of those. No matter how sick you are, you just use is as a point and shoot weapon." That is true. I still felt better, when Mission. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and spit in my own hand. I was every bit as hot as she was and looking back at it I can completely understand why she did not care. I did not even look around!!! I just started sliding my hand up and down as I watched her in her lurid touch.She sank three of her fingers deep into her sopping wet slit and those fingers were covered with her hot juices. Then with two of her fingers she spread open her lips and with her middle finger she began. .. you ... want into my panties? I mean ... do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no one to overrule you, is there? I’d better be on your good side first, right? If my bosses don’t like me fucking my interviewee in this case, they can piss off ... or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera. Drop trou and show your dick. Fuck me! I'm nervous and I'm still cold from being outside and barely dressed. I push down and step out of my pj pants and see smirks and hear small audible sounds of, dare I say, disapproval. But holy fuck, I'm cold.. hello... Seinfeld... Shrinkage. Here I am being judged on my out of character cold shrunken dick right here in the middle of Ms. Parker and her vicious circle. "Marcus, go sit down. Let's not exacerbate the problem with you making him nervous. Peggy,.