“A large part of your popularity is the fact that girls see you with guys they would love to date. You’re living their fantasy and it gives them h...ope. You need to think about how trotting out a waiter affects the fans.”“He’s not a waiter,” Liz said. “He’s a former professional baseball player with a college degree and a career. And I am thinking of my fans. The show in San Diego that you said would be a waste turned out to be a killer. You saw the reviews. Even a woman that hates country music. It was easy to see why the agents that were assigned here were gaining weight. After such a workout we elected to eat light.My mates wanted to go back over to the offices for a private talk about things they had been working on. There we could shut out the Secret Service agents and not be bothered by others.I was educated for two hours on all the things they had been working on, from the Cameroon security agreement that they had signed and progress on the oil deals. The oil deal on Jeanna’s. He took the hint and soon I was writhing and moaning in pleasure as he nibbled, licked and tongued my pussy.I stood it as long as I could, then grabbed a handful of hair and gently pulled him upwards. I gasped and let out a little mewl as his full hardness slid into me. Then I stopped, holding him tight with my vaginal muscles, and looked him straight in the eye. 'I've wanted to do this for so long,' I said. 'It was wrong of me to bring Jenny here before you. Now, I want this to last a bit. “Mmmm, what a lovely arse you have,” said Becky, “Push it right up for me to fuck.” The boy obeyed, and Becky leaned over to place her cheek against his knickers. Looking straight into the camera, she stuck out her tongue and began to lash his buttocks with it. He moaned, and his face was a mask of helpless desire. Becky smiled, her piercing green eyes looking into my soul as she went back to work with her tongue. My fingers were pressing into my jeans, seeking the fierce pulse that tortured my.