If someone did show up, they would regret it.I had grabbed our map before we left, and picked a random mid-sized town several hours drive to the north... I wanted somewhere we could disappear into the populace. I had agreed to not leave Renata with Albert, but she was still not coming with me to the meet. The odds of her getting grabbed there, were much greater than if I put her up in some no-named motel.Once we got to whatever motel I was going to have her hole up in, I would need to get some. She lay panting on the bed, legs wide, reaching for him. “Hours?” she said weakly. “I… I couldn’t take hours of this… this… torture!”“She liked making it last as long as she could, and then when she couldn’t take it anymore, she would beg me to put my tongue in her pussy.”“Daddy… please… I’m so hot…”“Beg me, princess.” Their eyes locked. His were smiling; hers were anticipating. “Please…” she whispered, touching his face with her fingertips, “please lick me… I’m begging you.”Slowly,. The worst-case scenario in Saddam's mind was having his nose bloodied a bit and he was right. Saddam didn't intend to win; he just needed to show up and show everyone in the Middle East that he had stood up to the bully and the lapdog. It was about machismo, who's dick was bigger and who knew how to use it better.Truth of the matter is I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually win any of those contests yet. It just keeps going and going; a never-ending game of one-upmanship that ends up. “Or I’m going to forget the lingerie and take you to the restroom myself.”August turns back to Sasha and kisses her on the lips, hard. “You want something?”“A latte,” Sasha answers. “And you’re such a fucking tease.”“Girl, when isn’t she a tease?”“I know what you mean,” Sasha says with a laugh, drawing similar laughs from the other two.“Twenty minutes,” August says. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”“It’ll be worth the wait,” Sasha says before turning to head into the shop.Sasha browses the rack and.