"Yes, but is can't be a diamond," JJ said. "She'd throw it in my face.She has this thing about diamonds. Blood diamonds, she calls them: onaccount of ...he near slavery that the diamond companies keep theirworkers in over in Africa." Are you sure?" Rachael said. She had never heard of a woman notdreaming of a diamond from her man. She would have to search blood-diamond the next time she got to a computer."Definitely. She likes emeralds and sapphires, or rubies, of course. Ireally want to stay. It burned my ass that he was thinking it was a "massage", but my dick was rockhard!I started to move my tongue back and fore on his hole. After a minute, he ripped a huge blast of gas in my face. It wasn't stinky, it was kinda delicious, I could taste it, and that moment I felt that I was really hungry for another one! I really wanted to get farted on again. The more it was sick, the more I was boiling! I wanted to tell him something like "Feel free to let a fart in my face", but I coule barely. She was having a difficult time focusing her eyes and her head was spinning so much that she thought she might collapse. Her fogged brain wondered why Michael had stopped spanking her.That question was answered an instant later when Michael quickly stood and spun the stunned woman around, pushing her to sit on the sofa. A second later she was kneeling between her legs.Jenny's senses came back to her for a second as she watched the Michael lift her legs and pull her panties off. "Michael.... Unfortunately, my prick didn't wilt in a similar manner. It had poked out from inside my loose jeans so far no one at the table, including my brother, could mistake it.A hand reached out and firmly grasp my left thigh. Ms. Palnasus stared at me. I tried to halt her progress below with both of my hands."What in heaven's name?" Mr. Palnasus queried his daughter. Her eyes were desperately burning at her father. He slapped at what must have been a similar hand under the other side of the table..