" With that, he was off into the skies again.Jamie took a deep breath, then headed toward the stairs that would takeher down to the Daily Planet's new...room. "Wait until Perry finds out,"she said with a chuckle.Soon Jamie Olsen sat before Editor Perry White, her legs daintilycrossed. She watched the cigar fall from his mouth and onto the desk asher tale unfolded. "Great Caesar's Ghost," he muttered, picking up thecigar and brushing the ashes from his desktop."So that's the story, chief," she. " Nicole says."Why would you do that to yourself, Mistress?" I reply."Well," she begins. "I'd like to really put your subservience to the test. No self-respecting man would ever do what I'm about to ask. However, a locked-up slave, well, it might!"Nicole backs towards me, spreading her cheeks. I can smell the sweat from her long day. It's incredibly strong, and it's clear now why she had suffered through the heat."Now, slave. I want you to beg for permission to bury your face in my sweaty ass.". You've made billions of dollars through investments. You controlled an economic empire that had global reach. You have a capacity for ruthlessness that makes you a totally different class of person than the average Joe Blow. Clearly, you are a superior man."Feeling that the man had stated obvious facts, Jeremy said, "I know that." So what I'm going to suggest should be no problem for you," Adam said with a slight smile."What?"Adam held up the pipe and studied it for a minute. He looked over at. ”“Uh-huh,” Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia’s face as he leaned up and planted a hot kiss on her lips. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed, her body trembling. She got almost as much pleasure from the kiss as the pussy licking.And then Clint released her and glanced at me. “Let’s see what grape delight tastes like.”“Yes,” I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the seat and pushed jeans and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted.