"What is it?" he asked."It looks like a automated monitoring system. Look, there's the number of the mobile phone that originated the last call to be ...ecorded. That number is the reference number for the mast that routed the call and that one is the mast that it 'connected' to. Normally these are set up to record when certain words or phrases are used, but I guess whoever used it last has overridden that. There is so little traffic that they could afford to let the system listen to everything.". Money equals power, and power only brings on the power trips. Drugs, drinking, women, and blacking-out have become a common night for me. They are like a constant re-run, day in, and day out. With how my lifestyle is, I rarely have time to hold down relationships, let alone feel the desire to value someone for more than a one-night stand, or a quickie in the bathroom stall. Do I sound like a jerk? Yeah, I tend to be, but again, this is all what happens in my day-to-day life. I love to live it. "Fuck yes! Lick my ass! Oh, fuck yes-yes-yes-yessss!" she hissed. Dave spread her ass cheeks wide and began to rapidly plow his tongue deep into her ass."Oh, God, yessss! That's it! Tongue fuck my ass, you nasty bastard! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuuuck-yesssss!" she cried out. Then Joan looked up at me with raw lust in her eyes as she suggestively licked her lips.Her nasty "ass whore" rant had me teetering on the edge as I gripped the back of her head and thrust. I held my cock balls deep in her throat. I cried out, “Oh my god!” I repositioned my body again as I pushed my ass back toward him. I felt another smack of his hand as it was even harder than the first one. He then gave me 3 or 4 hard smacks with his hand. He was really getting into it as my ass slowly had become numb. My pussy began to get really wet as I felt another spank of his hand. He had probably spanked my ass 15 or so times when he had finally stopped. My ass was a deep red shade of color and it was so numb that he could.