"Working with a publisher doesn't give you genuine publishing experience, my girl!" True, Tom, but working as a publisher's manager does, you know." W...at? You actually had a job producing books?" I did; not for very long, I admit, and I had to work with colleagues who had more experience, but I got it done. Our throughput was about one book a month, so you had to become pretty slick. The actual work was not terribly complicated. The contracts with authors were standardised, with just bits to be. 5 , you can do it''i felt my hole throat getting assaulted and open , tight and forced open by the big black head making its way it , and he cumed my lpse touching his twitching big balls, i gulped and shook my throat just taking it alli was released and he pass me to the other''im bigger you can do it sissy , here open open''i tried and he was a inch off trying to make me swallow his big fat cock whole''shit you slut''he cum and i felt sad, i wasnt able to take him all''bad sissy you made me. I took one in my mouth as my right hand moved in between her legs and I inserted three fingers roughly inside her.She cried out in pleasure/pain as my fingers impaled her. I withdrew them instantly to force them deeper inside her, maintaining the in and out rhythm. I could feel her back arching and her pubis pressed against my fingers, trying to force them deeper inside her. I increased the pace of my fingers as I sucked hungrily on her nipples, moving from one breast to the other.She was. "Where was that man," he thought to himself, "I wish for once he'd be on time!!!" Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Martin quickly buzzed his friend in. Opening the door he listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, he swore there was more than just Ernie's steps he was hearing! A second or two later he was proven right, as Ernie and a young man of perhaps twenty or so turned up the last flight to Martin's apartment..