You know what I mean?”“I know exactly what you mean,” said Brad. “It must be something they teach in courtesan school.”“Don’t ever say t...at to Jasmine,” warned Josh. “She wants to believe you were overcome with love for her.”“I was,” said Brad. “I have to say I was.”By then the women were back with little grilled cheese sandwiches, and black olives, and sweet pickles, as well as baby carrots and Liebfraumilch, which Julie explained each woman could have just a taste of since the carrot juice. I nodded, my eyes fixed on his beautiful cock. Suddenly his hand grabbed the back of my hair pulling it sharply back, he bent down to me, his face inches from mine. "When I ask a question you will answer it!" his words were filled with anger. "Yes sir! Yes sir! I'm sorry sir..." His hand slapped me firmly across my face. I was scared and vulnerable. "Open your mouth!" My face felt hot where I had been struck and he still held my hair. I opened my mouth wide as he ran his free hand over his. I was absolutely exhausted. I knew that rain or shine I had to go to the airfield an take a good look around. I had driven by to see the garage still standing with no apparent damage, but I hadn't really checked it out. There were too many other pressing issues. Plus I had a monumental hangover.I was in bed by eleven and instantly asleep. I had terrible dreams. I had been too drunk to dream the night before, so I made up for it the night after the storm. My sleep was ragged as they used to say. Soon we reached the boulevard, which was along the beach. Husband put me on my knees, I put a hand on the ground and bent doggy style.My ass climb up , boobs touching the ground. He was walking me, as the doggy, the dirty bitch. Five minutes later, out of the bushes came a security , who saw to it, that people don`t go down to the beach at night. It was Osama, we met with him earlier in the day, when we walk around the grounds. He asked us what we're doing here at night? Husband said, and led.