?It was a shame, too, for it was Cosabella finery. ?For shits and grins, they left her pencil thin stilettos on. ?The long ride back would be a little...prettier. ?Blissfully unconscious, Lindsay didn't suffer the pain and humiliation of being stripped and tied. ?Drool puddled under her chin. ?Her body was bound into a pretzel. ?It was unnecessary because she was not expected to stir for hours. ?As the van sped along the deserted highway, the trees looked like discarded matchsticks backlit by the. The God-awful damage they’d done to our country in 2008 through their casino banking and thirst for ever-more-dubious derivatives to trade should never be forgotten. Our taxes, their representation in the administration. Nope. Goddam Roddam, like her wayward spouse, is way too close to bankers and billionaires, too fond of wasteful foreign wars where brave and patriotic Americans get killed and maimed in some nameless overseas shithole, purely for the benefit of her backers and their. All I could do was to stick my ass up higher. My neck curled back until my head was on my shoulders. Quan wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me back to him. He was fucking me deep with his huge cock. I was so stretched that I could feel every little ridge and vein as he pushed in and pulled out only to thrust again. His hips were slapping my butt. The head of his cock was pushing on something way up inside. My pussy was the perfect fit for him. He was using all of it. And the tingles. She had another drink and a slow song came on. I led her out and she pressed her young body against me and wrapped her arms around me. My hands were on the bare skin of her back and I slid them over the silky fabric covering her firm ass and squeezed. Her sweet little tits pressed against my chest. We finished the song and went over to a couch. She ordered another drink. She was getting buzzed for sure. She draped her long legs over my lap and snuggled close. I had my arm around her and my hand.