A friend of mine at CSIS said it was because I looked something like Valery Putin, while another claimed I resembled a young Yul Brynner with hair. It...wasn't good news. I was a bit too memorable for my liking.I'm five foot ten inches tall, and currently a very fit one hundred and seventy-five pounds. My hair is dark brown and cut short, but no mousse or trendy spikes. I had grown a goatee while in prison, and it changed my appearance quite a bit. My eyes are blue-gray, I have very high. “I’m going to teach you a lesson my little slut,” she said as she placed her hands under my knees and pushed them up. She positioned the head of the cock at my entrance and as it rubbed against my slit, she spat on my clit. As the spit dribbled down my pussy, she pushed the strap on into me. I moaned loudly as I felt the nine inches of her purple cock penetrate me. She leaned over my body, pushing my legs further with her shoulders. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,”. Alicia appeared dressed for her job, and before she hurried out, gave me a peck on my cheek, said “Love you, babe”, and headed off to the Hall of Justice a few blocks away where she works. As I pedaled and looked at my morning TV addiction- CNBC- my sweat filled my nose with the ripe juices and cigar scent from fucking the night before. Smelled damn good to me, at least- maybe not so much to the yuppie bitch who was pedaling next to me who got up and moved a few bikes down. Like I gave a shit. She sobbed, "Daddy, it hurts so bad. Please don't spank me with your belt. Please use your hand, please don't spank me with the belt Daddy!" "Zip it, Allie. This is your punishment, and you aren't supposed to like it young lady! Now I'm going to make sure you stay quiet and don't wake up Mom or your sister." Then I filled her mouth with her own little blue panties as I pushed her face back down into the chair and began smacking her with my belt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sounds of the.