Over time their role-playing had expanded, becoming a kind of occasional foreplay, with Don ordering her into the bedroom and making her strip for him... before they began. Then little by little their roles became a kind of theme for an entire evening, sometimes spontaneously but more and more often at Anita’s request. And now…It always began the same way, and Anita loved the whole ritual of it. Maybe that was the best part: When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in. And women love gossip, even more so if one amongst them is willing to be the fool for their entertainment. But after Joel left, Leila was a bore to all of them. She spontaneously wept. She would often get up from her desk and fast-walk to the bathroom and sob, come back red-eyed and call Joel, who never answered. She left pathetic message after pathetic message for him at his workplace, on his cell and at his mother’s house. Then she got served. A lawsuit processor walked up to her desk one. No other official memorial shall be allowed. Said Memorial shall be open year round at all hours of the day and night." Article One point Two: Memorial shall be made of the finest imported White Italian Marble, no matter what type of memorial is decided upon."She paused and stood, "America's shame is great because of this heinous act. We will not allow American Products to be used to alleviate this shame. No pigeon, dove or other avian shall be allowed to desecrate this memorial. As far as I'm. Can I lick your butt? I want to taste his cum inside of you.”“You want to lick his cum from my butt? Okay! If you want!”“I do, baby.”Jacob went over to the bed. He was still naked. Anne went on her hands and knees. Jacob pulled her buttocks apart and licked at her butt. The cum tasted salty and Jacob gobbled it up. His tiny cock was hard, and he would ask Anne if he could put it into her pussy.“Baby, may I put my tiny cock inside of your pussy?”“Okay.”Anne stayed on her hands and knees..