They fucked again before breakfast and then she phoned Umber when her husband left to visit his friend Eddie Jones. "You promised me cock", she said. ...Well this is my address, come here, my husband Charlie is out". Come they did, four carloads of the blackest men ever to come out of Africa. Now she fucks and sucks who ever comes by, especially Umber and Ambos and their relatives and when asked 'what she is?' her reply if only a gargle because of a mouthful of cum is. "I'm just a fuck". Charlie. They were festive, talking and jostling, as they waited their turn to ride up the mountain to ski.Then, I saw her.“You are drooling,” Mary said with a laugh. I felt her finger wipe away the spittle on my chin. I blushed and she giggled, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “What is there about her, Davy? Why does a man who has all the women he wants react to her like that?”It was a legitimate question. Why does a man who has two very desirable, totally submissive, wild, wonderful, sexual woman. Dora, on the one hand, the whole TV thing was both a hassle and a waste of time. On the other hand, it suited her vanity, to receive at least a little recognition to her reasonable and healthy lifestyle. In addition, these broad masses should at least be, albeit in vain, educated that it is not good to eat fast food and various mass-produced products with too many preservatives. The television crew came to her home, and Ms. Dora with her husband, Mr. Marko, gave interviews about a healthy way. A check of the log revealed he was supposed to be in his cell. The cell was found unlocked and open. Officer [redacted], on duty at the time, and not due to be relieved for four more hours, insisted that Doe was, in fact, inside his cell and that everything was normal and in order. He pointed at Doe’s bunk and said, “See? He’s right there! What the fuck is wrong with you people?” It was determined that Officer [redacted] was pointing to a small ball of wadded up toilet paper, lying on the bunk..