. well, one, I want to talk to the organ grinder, not the monkey; and two, because this is as close as I like to get to you, and I don’t want either...of you little pricks getting my number.”She took a piece of paper with a list of names on it and set it on the desk.“Here’s what’s gonna fucking happen: I’m leaving a paper with your bitch.” She explained. “It’s a list of forty-one names of people being held in the Uongoian refugee camps. San Finzione will provide them safe passage and transport to. "His punishment is not over yet - that red tail of his will also be well strapped before he leaves this room. Feel free to move around the room and watch from wherever you want."She moved to where #290 could see her, and stepped out of her white cotton panties, which had absorbed some dampness from the day's activities. She proudly draped them over #290's head while several of the spectators giggled. She retrieved the strap-on that was to be used, turned her skirt so that the slit was toward. On the contrary, her face was beautifully proportioned and her makeup was applied sensibly. She clearly knew that she was beautiful, much to the dismay of many other mothers who no doubt had husbands whose heads would turn whenever she walked past. In addition to this, she was intelligent and did not display the level of arrogance that so many parents displayed. Occasionally, I would see her around the school when she was picking her children up and she would always say hello to me and ask. Hank, who had been reaming Connie's ass out with his large cock, finally shot off his load into her. The delicious feeling of having her butt fucked by her niece's fiance was enough to get the woman off. She was happy to have serviced him so well. She craved the chef's dick even more than his dishes, and she was a regular patron of his bistro."Thank you, Hank! Oh, God, that felt wonderful!" Connie shouted."You're quite welcome, Connie. I hope to give you more of the same in the future, in.