The temperature in the hall was warm, and I was starting to sweat, causing the singlet to cling to my body. All of a sudden, the customs office walks ...ver to me. He doesn’t look like a standard customs officer, but appears to be a senior officer. Standing close to me, he looks at my bags, ?Please, madam can you come with me, you have been selected at random to have your bags checked? He says, in a polite tone. Nervously, I nod, not knowing if this is serious, trying to remember if I packed. Their nipples are always hard as rocks as they peel their Bolts off their bodies.”“You, fucker! Go do your plan. I’m going to see Karen for Lunch or maybe Britt if she can’t get away.”“Yes, Ma’am.”I made calls to Mr. Archer at ESPN, Mike Montavoni at the video company and they both flew to Vegas for a meeting. I told them that I wanted to start my own network and focus on extreme and less mainstream sports.Mike said, “You certainly have enough content and there could be even more if you wanted. He pulled me into his body and picked me up off the counter and carried me upstairs to the bedroom. Putting me down I dropped to my knees and removed his pants and underwear. I started sucking his cock, deepthroating him as he had made me real horny on the kitchen counter. He soon pulled away and as I stood up he removed my dress and bra. He pushed me onto the bed before climbing onto top of me. His hard dick entering my tight wet pussy and fucking me in missionary position. He moan as he. “FOODS READY!” we heard June say, so I had the ball at the top of the key and tried a real flashy dunk.“Got it!” dad said having gotten out his iPhone. “Why don’t you do that more often, you could score 50 points a night doing that!”“Coach Weber wants the forwards to do the primary shooting. I make my shots after taking a rebound and bringing it home with a dunk.”“Does he know that you can do what you just did?”Very hesitatingly, I said, “N-No! I really didn’t get as much support from my dad as.