She gripped his balls tightly."Ram it in my ass, Billy! " she cried. "Ram your hard cock up mother's ass! Please, fuck my ass!"Billy angled his cock t... his mother's asshole. He held her hips with strong fingers, watching the head of his prick pressing upon the tight heat of that ring. Donna clung to his balls, holding he breath, almost standing on her head for him. She shoved her head down farther until she could watch his balls and see her own cunt."Push!" she hissed.But it was she who. You must call me Phil. I will not be addressed by any other name when we meet. Is that clear, Sir?” My smile took any potential sting out of my words, and the great man smiled to let me know that he took no offense.“As I was saying, Phil ... Stalin is spending money like he can just snap his fingers and make it appear. The pressure your arms deals are putting on their economy is beginning to take its toll. The Politburo has begun talks to reorganize the government, spreading power out over. He made life a tad easier for the men by tying their hands in front of them. On the move again, the group travelled across the flat prairie until just before sunset.Once they stopped for the night, the five men helped set up the camp. The shock of the cruelty their group had befallen was still fresh, preying on their minds. With their hands still tied, the men gathered wood, buffalo chips, and dry grass to build a fire. War seasoned, hard men moved about like sheep. For the moment, their. " Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and age? He'd be known as Bert." Or Bertie." A bit PG Wodehousey." Nonsense. George VI was called Bertie." Hmm."There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other in puzzlement."Come in," called Mark as they both sat up.A maid came in with two glasses on a tray. "With the compliments of General and Mrs Collins," she said. "Champagne cocktails," she addedwide—eyed.