It is strange how they distinguish between the women in the camp, who they have to address with the utmost respect, and these imported cunts. He didnt...even wait for her to get to her feet. He just grabbed the heavy chain tied to her collar and started walking. If he treated one of the clients dogs like that, he would have lost his job. But this was no dog – this was something infinitely less. He dragged her through the dirt before she eventually managed to get to her knees and when at last she. She approached the feast like a gourmet, ravenous for the main course, yet lingering over the hors d'oeuvres. Turning her head, she licked at the slick, damp flesh of Tracy's inner thighs, gathering up the slime that had trickled down those shapely columns.Tracy's clit shot out like a bullet, as if it were trying to fly right into Jennifer's lips. Spunk pumped from Tracy's pussy and poured down her groin. Jennifer dipped in lower. With delicate, dainty tongue strokes, she lapped up the overflow. This woman is taking control of me and I like it. I can feel Emmy’s crotch start to move back and forward over mine, rolling my cock back and forth in my panties. We moan into each other's mouth at the pleasure. She is clearly trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock. She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers, “Are you getting any warmer yet, my little panty lover.” She breathes into my ear. “Not quite yet,” I cheekily say, hoping it will spur. I've had to add another e-mail link to try and stop messages from survivors being swamped by other stuff. Here's the best bit though," he said, as he clicked on the message from the US President.Laura read the words and took in the logo at the bottom, which depicted the President's seal of office."Why, the patronising arsehole," she exclaimed, "that's exactly what I was getting at earlier. Who does he think he is? Where does he get off telling us what's best for us?"Jamie actually had to laugh.