"The employer wants a photograph, a headshot would be fine, he said," Wingate said."Why?" Don't know." All right, I'll send one right now," Danny said... as she sat at her computer, thinking that the philanthropist was probably a dirty old man. Maybe she should send a photo of her wearing a bikini. Naw. "There, it's on its way," she said as she clicked on the send button."Will you be reachable in the next hour or two?" Wingate asked."Yes, why?" I might be able to schedule the face-to-face meeting. The stars wereshining and it was a full moon.The roads were quiet and thankfully free of dirty old men, women andchildren.I was now about a 20-minute walk away from home and I went as fast as Icould in my heels. How women could wear these damned items of tortureregularly, I would never know. They should get medals for enduranceabove and beyond the call of duty.Anyway, I had to cross the road. I didn't see the drain cover. My footlanded in one of the slits and with a loud bang, one of my heels. There was noresistance now, either from Amy herself, or her sphincter,, as the cock slideasily into her. With no pretence, Amy started pressing back to the cock insideher. Wanting it deeper and deeper, not knowing why, just fulfilling a need. It was at this point that Amy felt her head being lifted, and someonekneeling in front or her lowered her head over a swollen cock. The Jennings gagheld her mouth wide so there was little resistance as the cock pressed intoher. Hitting the back of her. "You will not be pregnant forever, my dear." Are you interested in such "used" merchandise, Mr. Karim?" You underestimate yourself. The excitement you brought me was not simply from what lay between your legs, it was your fire, your enthusiasm, your... knowledge of how to make a man feel like..." A stallion?" she asked with bitterness."Ah, your friend the blonde... Cathy wasn't it? I regretted losing her. She was quite entertaining, especially with the larger animals." Is that what you have in.