In addition, with Peter being a prodigious ejaculator, the slop on my chest also contained splashes spunk that I had been unable to swallow.Having not... removed his jeans before our session, Peter also had spillage on the front of his trousers. After handing him a damp sponge, he cleaned his pants.“Do you mind if I take this with me?” Peter asked as he lifted the half-smoked spliff off the ashtray.“Not at all,” I replied.I stood with a smile on my face as I watched him stomp off.Two days later,. Oh, Mrs. Cutler you had better try harder, I told myself.Goodness, my pussy was actually sore from being fucked by Danielle's strap-on, and then licked and penetrated by her fingers... my body was tired from two straight nights of breathless, passionate lovemaking with a five foot ten inch goddess who could bench press probably as much as David... she could pick me up and carry me, after all!"Oooh, look at you..." I said to my husband, trying to sound genuine. His radar was long since broken, I. ” He was getting mad.His eyes turned as hard as flint. “We’re going to follow the Judges on this. Here is my order.“Kill every last one of them. Kill them, destroy their networks. Seize their assets, take their money, sell their art works, burn their damned houses down if that is what it takes, but make sure that every son-of-a-bitch involved ends up dead.“That’s what I think.”I smiled, but did it gently. Sam needed to stay calm. He needed to know he and his family were safe. My President. I think too many paid a high price for that victory as the press called it, they even named it The new battle of Bastogne." it was said in a bit stern and angry tone. "Tell me, were you among those who were encircled?", he asked as he put on back his glasses. "Yes, I was sir" I answered, not really sure how to approach the subject myself. I had full three years to recover from it, I was rebuilt, rejuvenated. I battled those demons and put them to rest, with a new purpose to put it all.