We have a list of all the invitations you have received in the last twelve months and we simply invite all of the Ambassadors who sent them." But I ha...ven't been here for twelve months yet," Sharon objected."Not you personally, the U.S. Ambassador receives invitations, even when there is nobody in post," the Head of Protocol replied, "I suggest that you simply follow precedent and allow your staff to deal with minor details such as the contents of the invitation list." It is officially the. I love being made to feel like a whore and slut, and a dirty piece of fuck meat. I don't know why, and I can't explain it, but I love it when men call me names, and smack me around when they fuck me. It's so hot, and a huge turn on.As I was gone getting their coffee, little did I know they were talking to each other about how much they would love to fuck me. I came back and handed them each a cup of coffee, and asked them if there was anything else I could do. They looked at each other in a. With my hands on her shapely hips I began to grind my cock inter her pussy letting it sink all the way in and then rubbing it around in a circle. This brought more moans from Sam who was rocking in unison with my gyrating thrusts. I got the tempo moving a bit quicker and started squeezing a nipple on one of her supple tits as I fucked her. This brought my mouth closer to her neck and I began kissing up to her ears as I continued to pump her wet snatch. Sam started bucking more wildly at the. She had scars; little cut marks. Was she a cutter? If so, this would be a hell of a lot easier. I could bring down her self-esteem and pressure her into things. "It's all right if I just stop at the gas station first?" I asked "No problem."I drove, past her street and past the gas station. My eyes occassionally drifting to her. I wanted to feel her insides. I wanted her to bleed for me. "Oh the service station is back there!" She pointed out. "I know." "I thought you.