.?”“Yes, Sir, the Sir Robin. Someone, somewhere, has a very sick sense of humor. But, Sir, we don’t really have Harems and all twenty-six of our...women are on board with us.”“Twenty-six? You should have about four hundred fifty and about twice that many children by now. What’s the story here?”“Sir, that’s a real sore point with the troops and, frankly Sir, with myself as well. Permission to speak freely, Sir?”“Granted!”“Sir, we were recruited before the current rules were developed. We were. "Let's see if I've got this straight. You want me to introduce you to a 'professional woman' who could, in a couple of weeks, teach a young innocent guy how to please a woman, so that your daughter would be satisfied with him, correct?" It sounds almost rude when you say it like that, Elise." It is a rude business, John." In some cases, yes. But I'm quite sure that you can admit that the people we are talking about don't all necessarily belong to that category. If you can think of some other. Marisa: (moaning)Jerome: Like riding my big black dick don't you white girl?Marisa: YesJerome: Does it feel better than your husband's?Marisa: (breathing heavy)Jerome: Answer me Marisa!Marisa: Yes ... so much better.Jerome: That's what I wanted to hear ... keep it up Marisa I'm getting closer ... ride me harder, faster.Marisa: (moaning as the movements of the bed were getting louder).Jerome: Keep it up baby.Marisa: Feel good?Jerome: Shit yes ... getting close ... going to pull you all the way. Jacqueline: ‘I love you David.’ David: ‘I love you too Jacqui.’ We laid there for a moment with me deep inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles flex and squeeze on my manhood as I nibbled on Jacqui’s neck. She hooked her legs around my thighs and held me in her arms. Her eyes closed…lost in the moment. Holding my beautiful woman, I began to slowly grind my pelvis on her clit, my cock moving around inside her. Jacqui’s breathing became deeper and more vocal. I could feel her fingernails.