She tried to think of what the score was. She could hear their fans yelling and cheering in the background, but she had no idea if they were winning o... losing.She was holding an icepack on her head all the while, trying to reduce the swelling and numb the pain. She would have a dandy headache the next morning, she thought. She wondered what had happened to the big man she'd smashed into. There seemed to be a lot of blood and she hoped he wasn't badly hurt. It was the first time something like. The boyhad been imported from America, first transported on a plane tothe south of France, and then moved in by a pick-uptruck. The truck was a decoy, originally tomatoes for a British wholesaler.Forced right to the back in a small, compact trunk was Tommy Lichfield,although I?m not sure that is going to be his name for much longer. Now Tonyhad friends up in high places, a click of a finger and he got what he wanted.If you have the money, you can certainly buy assets in this world legal or. I’ve tried taking selfies but they’re just not good enough.What self respecting middle-aged man who was out without his wife could refuse a request like that from an attractive young woman and when Alice handed her phone over she backed up to the edge of the rose garden the quickly pulled her dress up and off leaving her posing naked in front of the men.After the initial shock and Alice saying that her boyfriend needed nude photos so that he could swap them with his mates she kept changing her. The Count nodded in agreement. “And you will also fuck me like a whore,” Jutta added with a laugh and Nero nodded vigorously. EpilogueJutta enjoyed the early small tremors of an orgasm as the lovely, dark Fatima lapped at her blonde pussy. Jutta held Fatima’s head still and angled her mons at a preferred angle as she took in the scene before her. At the foot of their giant marital bed, her dear husband, Count Nero, was fucking their friend and confidant, the nun Maria with full, steady.