I worked so hard to escape the nightmare that was my life up until a couple years ago. The thought that I was just going to lose it all because of som... damned virus … God, that would have been an awful end to the story.”“So you want to thank God for your recovery?”“I guess. The idea that someone has our back is kind of appealing after all this.”“It is, isn’t it?” Ross responded, “I’m okay with going. They are a fairly liberal church as I understand it. And it’s not far.”The service turned out. .. Mr Phillips." She tried so hard to sound calm and casual, but she simply could not keep the huskiness from her voice or the surprised pleasure from her face, as she looked up at her boss.Marcus Phillips frowned down at her slightly. "I seem to recall asking you to call me Marcus at some time or another..."Miranda smiled up at him a little awkwardly. "Yes you did, but that was before I became your employee, and so I think that the situation has changed somewhat." We're not at work now...". The four men stroke themselves furiously, they start to climax in quick succession. Arcs of hot cum hit Amber repeatedly on her face, down her throat all over her neck and tits dripping from her body. As the men pull back panting she begins to rub the spunk all over tits and rock hard nipples feeding more into her mouth, showing the men her mouth full of cum before swallowing all she had taken.Don and Ray moved to her, “time to clean up before act two sweetheart” Don whispered eyes glossy with. ——————– The tires were disintegrating beneath me as I rolled through the gears coming out of the carousel. Hitting over two-hundred miles per hour on the straight away, the adrenaline pumped through my ice cold veins. I begged silently for my machine to hold together. This was the Isle of Man Tourist Trophy. If you have never watched this race, it’s one hell of a ride. The first time I saw it, I knew I had to ride it. What a rush, to ride balls out on a street course that was over thirty-seven.