.. AH ... Yes sir but... well I don't even know this ... er .. mil.." Bobbie stammered."Bobbie I got you your first and I'm giving you this one now......Now come on. She hasn't had anything to drink in hours. She'll do you real good..." HE explained.Reluctantly Bobbie let down his trousers and stood before Joan, a 20 year old, former bank teller turned milker.She had been warned, "Suck off the little dicks and be quick about it or no water for another 24 hours."She ducked her denuded scalp down. “Now, Caitlin,” she asked. “Do you really want to hear Andy’s take on the real history of the Civil War?”“You can laugh at me, but I’d be interested.”“Here’s your chance. And, Natalie, let’s move on. Believe me, you don’t want to hear this.” They took their glasses and moved to another table.“If he’s that bad, why do you go with him?” Natalie asked.“He’s not all that bad. He doesn’t talk about his hobby horse any more than the next guy talks about himself. It’s just that he’s polished this. ..I threw my arms in the air and paced the room. The girls broke into laughter, and for a second my heart fluttered with happiness; I loved their laughs. The happiness was slaughtered immediately by the typhoon of anger growing in my heart. "Guys, this isn't funny." Katie wiped tears from her eyes. "We're sorry, we had to." Jax was rolling around in her chair, fighting to breath. "No, you actually didn't. You didn't have to do any of this." I said, crossing my arms. I'd had enough.Jax finally. 500Later we talked much more in Facebook which works much better and reliable than this badly run siteLes explained me there how to install skype as she wanted to send me some private photos and videosLisa is like a seductive acting director of a life love movie as my few cameras are runningAfter we watch the old movie Casablanca at the end of the former episode Lisa gets into actionAfter she instructs Les to sit on my shoulders in the big armchair she kneels between my kneesLisa lays a pillow.