"Humphhhh, hunhhhh," Mary whined as Holmes' hot tongue ran up and down her pussy. He had her soft cheeks cupped in his sweaty palms, and he was gently...kneading them, dragging them apart and then rolling them together. Mary's hips began to hunch up and down in little fucking motions, and Holmes could tell by the way her wet pussy was slapping up against his face that she wouldn't be long in cumming.He parted the cheeks of her ass again, then slid his tongue down the hot, slick crack until the. "Hands to the front" commanded the women who stood before her. Her face reached more than half-way across the polished surface and she was able to grip the edge in front of her quite easily. She felt the other edge hard against her pubis, and the position made her buttocks stick out nicely behind. The younger girls had to stand on tip-toes or, for the really little ones, a step was provided to raise them to the best punishment position.Angela could just see behind her to the left, and she. Hotel I'd booked. The plane landed at Dulles International, maybe about twenty-five miles outside the city. I'd had a choice of going to Reagan National, but Susan had told me it was pretty close to the Capitol."Bobby has visiting firemen in from the home district, and other people, and he sometimes meets them at the airport," she said. "Well, he doesn't, but he has them met, and a lot of the time it's Walter who meets them. Yeah, it's a long shot, but why take the chance?"So I'd booked for. “Oh good,” said Flavia. “I might look in. “You’d certainly be welcome.” The slave girl re-filled their goblets and withdrew respectfully. She was a tall, big-bosomed woman of about thirty, with black hair and wide set dark eyes. Flavia recalled her as a particularly unpleasant member of the Court in Xena’s days. She noticed that the fulsome buttocks carried plenty of freshly-raised weals. “Did you choose her?” asked Flavia, nodding toward the slave. “I did... for good reason,” answered Cera..