My body was curled up and enjoying, as Sharma heard me say… “Fuck me sir. Don’t stop, please…”We fucked on and on and then Sharma splashed m... insides with his cum. I came the second time. I felt “thoroughly fucked up and spent” and “it was the best sex I’d had”. Sharma smiled and said there’s more to come. I moaned in a mock voice “nooo”. But Sharma knew I also wanted it.Rather than splattering my face, Sharma immediately got off and made me turn around and we did it doggy style. It was great. "And your dad, is he a Liberal?" He was, briefly. He voted for Gordon Chalk. But he's pretty solidly National or Labour." So that's why you're Gordy?" Yep. And your dad's Robert Gordon. What a pair!" I've never heard of Gordon Chalk." No. Outside of Queensland, few have. He was Deputy Premier and Treasurer from 1965 to 1968. When Jack Pizzey died suddenly on 31 July 1968, the Governor appointed Chalk as Premier. When the Country Party elected a new head, he stepped down, though he continued as. After the attack on Sinjar, the Syrians had used their planes elsewhere, bombing other innocent civilians. At that point the 1st Artillery began exacting a certain measure of revenge, destroying several Syrian artillery positions, as well as anybody else they could smack. This pissed off the Syrians, and since they were getting nowhere with hitting us with their own artillery, they decided to send their Air Force after us. Half a dozen Syrian MiG-23 fighters rigged for bombing took off and. ”“It’s ten am,” came the brusque reply.My eyes opened in surprise, and I stared blearily at the clock on my bedside table. The digital read-out said 9:58.“Oh fuck. Can’t get there for eleven. Make it twelve.”“Soon as you can after eleven,” came the reply.I just grunted my assent. I wasn’t a morning person. Not voluntarily.“Thank you my love,” said my agent cheerily.“Sod off Sharon,” I muttered, but she just laughed and hung up.Sharon Acorn was my agent. She was sixty five, not even slightly.