.. he was kind of interested in that, too,"Brenda said. "So ya, we've been having all kinds of fun." Brendashifted in her chair and sexily crossed h...r legs. "I like being'mistress Brenda'," she said with an evil chuckle."So what do you have him doing, 'mistress'?" Cathleen asked with agiggle."Anything I want." Anything?"Brenda had an idea. "Want to see?" she asked.Cathleen flicked her eyebrows "yes".Brenda reached into her bag and took out a small laptop. It sprung tolife when she opened. She cameagain as the black man unloaded his sperm deep inside her stuffed vagina.When the black man left, John wasted no time in moving into position. Thescreen was exceptionally dark as he sat beside the unknown woman. She hadbeen preparing to leave, but stopped as he sat down. From this distance,he could see that she had turned to face him. However, with her facecoated with glistening sperm, and the low light, he could not see herclearly. He only knew that right at this moment, he thought. He's 6 foot and 200 pounds, runs like Gale Sayers and hits like Jim Brown, powerful as if he's 230 or more pounds. Did you ever see Emerson Boozer?" Barber asked him."No, a bit before my time but that's not the first time I heard the comparison. Boozer supposedly had the phantom legs that were like cartoon legs, a blur. If you hit him low, you missed him. Unfortunately he didn't have the body to take the hits it took to bring him down." Winslow said."Well, Hollins does. He gets up every time. I would have to do some experimenting to get the dimensions perfected, but that would have to wait until after this war was won. It was a cinch that Hippolyte and I would not survive if we lost the war with the mercenaries! Well, I would worry about that later.At this point, the mercenaries were attacking our wall in force, and we had to start pulling crossbowmen and scorpion crews back away from the wall. They could not kill attackers fast enough to keep them from reaching the wall. The.