Isn’t that right, Lauren?”“Actually, it’s I that am sorry, Lewis ... Damien. I’m sorry that I dealt and put up with this crap for so long. L...ewis, bullying the press doesn’t work like harassing and intimidating your staff does. My apologies, Damien. I thought that perhaps he would try a more sensible approach. Clearly, he hasn’t caught on that the Fourth Estate can still hold their own and still have jobs to do, even in Trump’s America. I sometimes wonder how Lewis passed his bar exam or even. She leaned down and gave me a kiss, pressing her tongue into my mouth, as I reached up and grabbed the back of her head to pull her to me. Her red hair cascaded around us, the curtain of it blocking the sun from my eyes. As she lifted her head, she looked down and laughed. “My, my, someone is awake isn't he,” she teased, as her hand rubbed down my blanketed chest to the tent my cock made. With that, she stood, running her hand down my arm and said, “Honey, I have to get ready to go, but I have. I also reminded her that she could have a relationship with any woman she wanted to as well, as long as her heart was with me and she told me about it and was always honest. I told her I really am built that way - that I would thoroughly enjoy the naughty, kinky, taboo parts of that sort of arrangement and that I would eagerly sit by and watch as she fucked the hell out of men and women and enjoyed herself - as long as I could fuck her afterward and eat her pussy and clean up the other men's. My hair tousled and my cheeks flushed. I delight in watching my tongue lick you. The slower I lick and suck the more you moan… The underside of your cock is so sensitive; your body judders as I run up and down the entire length of your pulsating organ. It still feels so alien in my mouth so I withdraw you a little and use my tongue to trace little circles over the head of your shaft. This only succeeds in producing more sticky precum and I wonder to myself what it would feel like if I rubbed.