”“You’re a blueberry,” He mutters under his breath.I set myself down on his lap and kiss his sweaty brow. “I’m a what?”“Okay, you’re... not a blueberry. You’re a cherry,” he tells me, while he uses feet to make his lap, with me on it, jump up and down. “Right color and everything.”I reach to touch my cheek with the back of my hand. Even in the shade, the sun’s heat is radiating off my burned skin. “I should probably reapply sunblock.”“Nah,” Jack says with a wicked smile. “Just cover your face with. ” MM hangs up the phone and sits down to think for a few moments. “Gentlemen, here’s a change,” he said at last. This Rebecca has turned my stupid son’s head and asks to interview me. We’re going to give her what she wants.“It’s very risky, Max”, Jason ventures gently, trying not to hurt him.“We all know this Rebecca is making fun of your son.”“We have a full report this time,” Ron adds and produces a thick file. She and her boyfriend, stylish Alec, are only trying to get a scoop and sell it to. He held her by the waist and steadied her. She looked down and saw his cockhead disappear. She flexed, and her pussy tightened. He gasped, holding her steady.Then Starr lowered more. A sharp pain shot up her spine as she felt her hymen snap, and she sucked her breath in. A faint trace of blood washed down her slim thighs. She let her breath out slowly, grinning.She continued to watch the thick stalk of her father's iron-hard cock and the tightly stretched mouth of her pussy. She tried to relax. " "Well I guess you miscalculated didn't you. Now the problem is what am I going to do with you?" "What do you mean 'do' with me?" "John this is too great an opportunity to pass up. If I just let you go then I wouldn't be the 'Big Bitch' would I?" Bridget I am sorry for calling you that. Now please let me go, you've had your fun." John I am sure you think you are sorry for calling me that but you don't know what sorry is yet. And as for fun, I think the fun is just beginning. Now wait here,.