With that we'll put on a covert op and send in a SEAL team and pull them out at night. There's some risk but it's manageable. The main thing is to go ...uickly before the Taliban find the cave." That sounds great Dave, but I have to ask, why? Why would the U.S. Government spend taxpayer money and risk lives to put on a rescue mission to save some photojournalists?" An excellent question actually. I wish I could pretend the answer was simple like we do it because American citizens are in danger. The screen lit up, appearing on it was a beautiful park. Statues of several naked people were scattered in the overview, many of them in steamy and compromising positions. Suddenly, a man appeared on to the screen. He was a portly man, his mustache curled up on each side, giving him a sort of a ring leader look. His top hat had ‘FUCK’ written across it in sparkling glitter. His suit patterned with several figures in various sex positions, as though someone had taken the kama sutra and plastered. Finally, Jess slid most of his warm shaft into her mouth. She slurped and released, bobbed once again and this time deep-throated him. “ OH GOD!” Kane bit out and in another situation, Jess might have smiled in triumph. Greedily, she licked his balls with the flat of her tongue and pressed his cock back into her hot mouth. Jess kept one hand on his shaft, the other on his buttocks, willing him to cry out again. His impressive toy was so hard Jess began to wonder just how much more teasing he. Ms. Johnson introduced herself affably. She was a well-kept elderly matron, dressed expensively and stylishly. "Susan, so nice to see you again. I hope you don't mind. Gladys has been such a help to me since I moved to Englebrook, and I do so trust her judgment." Gladys all but stuck her tongue out at Susan."And this must be our little sissy," Ms. Johnson said, a note of excitement creeping into her voice. Clearing her throat, she took a more businesslike tone. "Sam, you've been a naughty boy..