She paused the slip the fabric over her head. I dropped my drawers and fell into bed. She took off the rest of her clothes and followed me. She stroke... me gently with her nimble fingers. I slipped my fingers between her legs. She didn’t take me into her mouth, as she didn’t want to stop kissing. But she took my penis and guided it into the wet shrine between her thighs. She opened her legs wide and I made love to her. After I came, we lay next to each other and engaged in pillow talk. I told. ‘You’ve heard what your two fellow leader’s have had to say. Impressive stuff, too. What thought would you like to leave us with?’ ‘Yes,’ Alistair lied, ‘impressive rhetoric from both my colleagues. ‘But good people of Northern Ireland, I’ve explained throughout the evening what I believe in. Let me tell you what I don’t believe in.’ He smiled at Collinson and then at Blair as he rose from his seat. Stepping forward, the people in the front row were so close they could almost reach out and. I watched her as she began really fucking herself harder and faster. She lifted her legs off the floor and crammed her dildo as far up inside of her as she could get the tips of her fingers, which was holding onto her cock. I watched as her body shook in the chair.I just watched her and kept fucking myself and talking to her I said, "Oh my god that looks so nice, do it baby, do it honey, Oh yeah, fuck yeah, more, more, faster, do it, let me see you come, let me see you come, oh Fuck that looks. Most wouldn’t even try to understand. Imagine if they could see what was going inside my head, wanting to get ****d harder, hoping more guys would emerge from the shadows of the other room, maybe even start tying me up and beating up, ultimately torturing me in their basement for weeks making me a cum bucket until they found another poor slave before they finish me off by making me choke to death on one of their cocks, or slowly cutting and stabbing me during anal intercourse. Just fantasies….