He knew that as a trial lawyer Remmer had made millions, but he was totally uncertain that the Senator had banked more money than David Westmorland. D...vid was known worldwide for his artistry. He had sold millions of books with his photographs. His topic? They were almost always erotic, black and white photos of women. Before either of them could speak, David held out his hand for a handshake. “Senator Remmer, I would be more than happy to take any shots you might need of your wife and please. Cindee's slippery, hot fuck lube pooled around our bare feet. She slipped in it, and had to catch herself against the guardrail. Her clear ejaculate formed an ever-expanding puddle on the concrete, and still her orgasm kept going. She bit her lip and her eyes opened and she stared at me in surprise and then she started to breathe again, but in gasps and shudders. All this time, her spasming pussy lips never let go of the tip of my rock hard cock, no matter how hard her hips swayed or her legs. I chewed her lips and she inserted her tongue inside my mouth and we started playing with each other’s tongues.Our arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling together as we kissed long and deeply. I felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing my mouth hungrily. Oh Babhi and I gasped as our lips broke and our bodies momentarily parted. We kissed again, deeply and voraciously. She broke apart and stood up. She looked at me mischievously and pulled her pant down. It was really an. Obviously, she was enjoying some thought too much to worry about what another woman felt. ‘Quality control,’ he snorted after Kalee — that was her name — left. ‘I’m following up on some of our foreign students’ projects. You know, we can yank a students’ diploma if they try to pull our leg on the Seduction Reports that they file.’ I nodded, as if I already knew that, which I did not. I got the feeling that this was a case of pulling something other than his leg. ‘Is she the student? Or is she.