I wrap each end of the belt around a hand again and pull on it so you can hear it straining. I wait for you to relax a little, almost mesmerised as I ...atch your chest breathlessly rise and fall. Then finally when the room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop and it would sound like Thor’s hammer I strike one last time. The belt whips through the air like a whirlwind sounding almost is if it’s in slow motion before finally it clashes with your ruby red clitoris. Tot to the touch and exposed it. I thought she would orgasim at any moment. "Deeper", Salesa moaned with exqusit pleasure. "Push it deep inside me till it connects with my colon". "How will I know when it's there", She looked over her shoulder and replied with a blissful pleasured smile, "You will know, trust me". I continued inserting the nozzel deep inside her rectum, while massaging her clitoris and caressing the outside of her beautifully stretched anus. Suddenly, Salesa let out a squeel so intense I felt her body shake. I grew up observing the interaction of my father with his close male friends, Dad was totally different with my ex-husband. Dad and his friends would laugh and joke over a glass of wine or a bottle of beer. Sometimes they would argue loudly in heated debates, going back and forth good-naturedly insulting one another. Father Joe, Uncle Joe was in my circle of Dad’s two close friends. Michael McMahon was the other. The three were friends since grade school. Uncle Joe could argue and shout with. We continued to chip away at establishing some sort of foothold on that other Earth. Mostly it was just a matter of a little better organization and timing. We weren't really thinking about finding gold so much as just being able to move around, being safe and exploring. The resources my Dad started bringing to bear began to make me wonder just a little at whether all the McKesson wealth had remained behind in North Carolina as I'd always thought.At first, transportation had been a big issue,.