White said and give Mr. Porter a kiss. He initially pulled away “Oh come on just one quick one, bend me over the desk like you did last time.” M...s. White practically begged Mr. Porter.“Now, now, no need for you to beg, you dirty girl. I guess I can make time.” Mr. Porter said moving Mrs. White to the desk, leading her with a hand placed on her ass.“Oh shit!” Alexia thought. She was still a virgin, but she had masturbated plenty of times, and really liked watching porn. “I can’t believe. I would wrap these lush mounds about your cock and slide them up and down. Faster and faster. Until you exploded all over my face and tits.”“Just the lesson I was looking for.”I reached him and fell to my knees, not caring if I got a run in my pantyhose. I let go of my tits and slid my hands up his jeans. I loved the rough sound of my fingernails sliding over the denim. I reached his crotch, rubbing him, feeling him ache and throb. He needed this, groaning and shifting. The lust in his eyes. It was conceivable that one or two trucks might escape, but you could bet that there was no way that first one was going to. Actually, I could not see how anything could escape if it was hit by one of the explosive and incendiary bullets. I didn't know for sure, but I suspected that the Mk .211 round must cost on the order of $5-10 per cartridge, or even more. I would not be surprised that if one hit one of us, it would smart right fiercely!When the trucks showed up, they were traveling about. They look normal sometimes. The world wouldn’t stop if you wore a pair of comfortable shorts, a T-shirt and sneakers tomorrow when you visit do your promo for the station. You don’t need designer jeans and a thousand dollar blouse. This is another decision that rests solely with you. I was just thinking of ways to help you attain a more adult stature with your fans and ways to stop photographers from aiming their camera at your crotch hoping for a peek at your panties.”To her credit, Liz didn’t.