He said that it was important that your friends know what a slut you are."Oh my Dog! I could feel Jeff's hand in this. He knew there could be nothing ...ore humiliating to me than knowing that my friend was watching me. But I couldn't let her watch me! I needed a way out! Then a stroke of genius hit me."You can't stay here!" I told her. "Those boys will become rabid! If I am occupied, and they see you there, they'll just use you instead!" "I'm not worried," she told me. "For most of the time I'll. I am sorry sir. But with this storm outside we have one room left on the top floor. The Honeymoon Suite. One king size bed and a huge sofa. It's an awfully nice room sir. Just $260 dollars a night.Slamming his credit card on the counter, John grinned. Honeymoon Suite huh? Make it for two nights please. On the way back to the car John was whistling to himself. Tess was just finishing up her conversation with her boyfriend Eric when John popped back inside the car.Tess was laughing hysterically. I rammed Lucy with my ruthless resolve, filling her up with my prick while Erin lovingly ate her asshole. Curtis was every bit as determined to knock Donna up, too. This made me wonder at what stage a soul entered a body for the first time, but that could be dealt with later. It was best to focus on enjoying the luscious twat that I plundered now, from her own natural juices to the slimy feeling of Curtis’s sloppy seconds, to the sight of her lovely, freckled, pale moons as Erin delved between. A go bag was a simple thing to put together, two or three pairs of panties, bras, socks, a sweatshirt and sweat pants, a couple tops and - in mine - a pair of cargo pants for all the pockets, jeans, good slacks and a top with a jacket.The flight had barely gotten off the ground before I was on the State departments video system. I had only intended to chat with Ambassador Bernardi for a general update on the Nimule refugee camp.When the control panel lit up that I was on the system, I was paged.