Listen, your next move will be to try to get me to relax, and then hit me or whatever you do. Well it won't work. I spit on the CIA too. Why don't you...tell me whats going on?"She twisted her head around to look at me. "You look like shit, you know that? Why should I tell you anything? You're gonna kill me anyway." I chuckled into her ear."I've been watching you for a week. I've got a sniper rifle that can put a round through your eye from two thousand yards away. Why did I take all this abuse. My God! The TRICKS he could do with his tongue, deep inside the recesses of your Pussy!! AND how deftly and expertly he could play tongue-twister with your Clitoris…So much so, that you’d swear he could tie your Clitoris in knots just by the expert maneuvering of his tongue, alone!So…now that Ken was well known in the Industry – a call went out to some of the most well-known Veteran Divas in the Industry to film a “Tornado tongue Challenge”…and who answered UP? – the Hottest MILFs in the Biz –. “Starting to like it, eh?” he whispered.“You are a monster and a rapist!” Barbara stated thru gritted teeth.She could feel the pace of his thrusting picking up. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t control her panting.“Take it! Take it! Eurghhhh!” snarled Clyde he pumped his cum into the redhead’s womb.Sweating profusely he pulled out, leaving a hot trial of his man-spunk dribbling down his victim’s inner thigh.“One day you’ll pay for what you’ve done!” Barbara vowed, struggling to cope with the. “Take them off and walk barefoot,” I said. “It’s a hotel, it’s clean and you’re a guest.”My room was a long walk and I could see her enjoying being the carefree girl with her shoes in her hand. She seemed to loosen up because of it, and by the time we got inside she was quite breezy.I took a bottle of white rum from the table and poured two Cuba Libres – rum and Coke by another name.“What kind of picture?” I asked.“Me in my bare feet,” she replied. “Let me take the jacket off.”She sat on the.