She’s so close I can almost feel the heat from her body. I can hear her labored breathing. I can almost smell the strange mixture of fear and excite...ent in the air.I probably stared at her for several minutes before I thought to lift the camera and take more pictures. This time, instead of moving around her, I ordered her to turn for me. I snapped picture after picture as she slowly turned.I ordered her to stop when her back was to me. Her beautiful, firm, high, perfectly rounded ass protruding. I let go of her head and she continues to suck and bob on my dick, trying to suck out as much cum as possible. Eventually I have to stop her as the sensation is just too much. “Holy shit” I say “that was amazing”, as she just sits there on her kness, looking up and smiling, licking her lips. I lean back on the counter to keep my balance, while Jemma crawls closer again, lifts up my softening dick, and starts licking my balls.After a minute of standing there trying to recover, I finally have the. I'm getting real tired of this shit. You made lots of promises. I want to see action."Claude guaranteed that she would-having no clue how he would keep this latest promise.Joe D'Albert was a pimp. He was big, hard-muscled, black, and really knew his way around a woman's body. Joe very rarely had to punish one of his girls by beating her. All he had to do was threaten to cut her off. Joe's method of keeping girls in line was addicting them to sex-with him. He wasn't merely very good: he was. Nevertheless, the sounds of a Merlin engine roaring overhead would have the 'smokies' of the Entry sighing in rapture at the iconic sound.RAF Woodvale can add another reason to its claim to fame as it was there I took up smoking.We had set out from RAF Halton at seven of the morning to march the four or so miles to Tring station to entrain for Southport. The sun was blazing from an azure sky as we stepped off, in full marching order with rifles at the slope, following the pipe band off the.