As Jameson emerged from the elevator on the ground floor, a pair of security guards fell in beside him and stayed with him every step of the way to hi... car."The Director has ordered that if you stop on your way to the main gate, or even slow down, we are to overtake you and open fire, sir. Mr. Jameson, I hate saying that, but he gave us no options. Please don't force us to do something we would rather not!" It's alright, men, I understand. You might want to find some way to distance yourselves. Digging his tongue into me.He lavishly licked and tongued my tight little hole until it was slippery wet with slobber and then he sucked on my hole as if he was trying to draw out my fucking guts.His tongue dipped in and out of me and I found myself clutching his head and holding him to me.The rimming was out of this world. One moment I was holding his head and the next I was clutching the bed sheets in fucking ecstasy as his tongue plagued my arsehole.Moving around into a sixty-nine I found. I didn't feel anger at being rejected by any of the women in my life; disappointed and regretful maybe, but not anger. Suzannah was a nymphomaniac and couldn't help herself — Harry Ledbetter was the male equivelent. They had no self control, and were driven by their genitals not their brains; I pitied them more than hated them. Both Philippa Goddard and Dawn on Still Waters, and possibly Ffion Probert, had good enough reasons not to continue their relationship with me, and anyway they had been. " Jim..." she pronounced it more like 'Jeem', "we are very fond of Lupeta. She is a good girl who has not had much luck in her life." She examined me, evaluated me, visually. "I hope you do not hurt her." That's the last thing I'd want," I said, and she nodded.She waved me to a small table in a corner and sat with me until Kelly returned. Kelly sat opposite me and held my eyes, then, deliberately, brushed her long hair back from the left side of her face, revealing a three-inch-long, livid,.