"There's more to this, Mrs. Carbonet. Since this is sexual abuse with a minor, I'm obliged to report it to the authorities. I could lose my license if... I didn't report it. I'm sure that you'll want to report it also."Her face changed and Don could feel the heat coming from the fire behind her eyes, "I'll be damned if you'll report this to anyone. I'm sure that you know that we're worth over three hundred million dollars. If you even hint that this report exists I'll sue you until I bankrupt you.. Dinner, I suppose. And a pint or two of finest 1920s ale." He tried the wardrobe, finding a cache of extra blankets on the top shelf, threw the whole lot on the bed and took a look round the room. "With any luck, tomorrow will be a different matter altogether." His thoughts were shattered by an almighty clanking noise, as if a train had gone straight through the buffers at Staunchbury station and come through the wall of the Engine and Tender. Then he laughed at his own fright. The central. Sometimes, I wear the hijab and the looks I get from people when I wear it sometimes chill me to the bone. Canadians are the most racist people on the planet. And somehow, they've managed to convince the entire world that they're the nicest and most peaceful people in the western hemisphere. That's quite a sleight of hand, isn't it? I'm mightily impressed, I tell you. Yeah, I don't trust the average Canadian as far as I can throw him or her. I have dual citizenship. I'm forever a citizen of the. So tell me, slut, what size are those impressive tits of yours?" he asked. Charlene unlocked her mouth from Amy’s cunt to answer him. "38DD, Sir." She shook them a little to emphasize their natural swing. "Well that should be enough for a good tit-fuck, I would think. Do you like your tits fucked? Do you like the feel of a hard cock between those huge tits... like a dirty little slut?" he asked. "I never let a man fuck my tits because it’s so degrading, Sir, but I would love you to do anything.