Ok so this is my first post, and by the seems of things a bit of a lame one I will admit. I've been a ML addict for quite a while, uploaded a few images & videos of other peoples stuff and made a few gallerys of stuff I love, but never put anything up that was actually personal.

I've been with a girl (Lisa) since Uni, for just over 7 years. She's really a great girl who I have semi moved in with, it's my place and she stays over most weeks. I live in a small part of a quiet country but I'm from a large town. She's a country girl who's quite shy but made the first move on me back when we started, and from that point on things were great. 2 years in and after moving into a new place at uni a new girl, Jemma, moved in, and after a few months we had a serious affair (even to the point where she'd let me fuck her anally without any concerns. All the time I stayed with Lisa, and I felt bad for cheating on her like that, but I couldn't help myself for wanting Jemma. I moved back home from uni, and cut things off with Jemma after Lisa broke things off with me. I made the big effort and made a declaration to Lisa that I wanted to stay with her and meant to marry her. That was 4/5 years ago, and I stayed faithful as I wanted things to work out. I moved back to the opposite side of the country to be with her, and took a job down here to be with her.

About 2 months after taking this job I met a girl (Kerry) who used to have my job (running a bar/ hotel) before she went away travelling. She came back to start working while she decided on her next step in life, and the first time I met her I was having a meal there with Lisa. She walked over to me to ask for help with some problem they were having, and my jaw dropped. This Kerry was stunning. I dropped the meal with my GF to help Kerry out with this problem, and was instantly drawn to her. We spent 2 years working alongside each other, flirty banter rolling off our lips like there was no tomorrow and no consequences. The beauty of it being at work was that Lisa was never there to see it. Nothing ever happened between us, and Kerry took a job working on 5* international cruise liners. She'd be away for 4 months at a time, and back for 2 months or so. I never felt anything for Kerry beyond a severe lust towards her flesh, but whenever I was with Lisa it just disappeared because I love Lisa enough.

Lisa is that sort of girl that is lovely, seriously homely, and has never really moved away from her family farm. She has an awful habit of dragging me down a bit with little remarks about things I like or want to do, by simply disapproving of it, not that I really pay any attention to her protests but I still hear them. I know her whole family (after 7 years not suprising, since I lived with her immediate family for a year when I first started my new job), and they all love me.

Kerry came back some time last year, and left early September and it was like she'd never been away. We went straight back into the flirting, but working in hospitality you sort of expect that behaviour, and she's got that flirty personality that I just passed it off as her being herself. One night after she finished and sat drinking at the bar I drove her home, and when she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek she tried to kiss me. I wanted Kerry to kiss me, but out of some sense of honour I stopped it, and told her that it was because of Lisa that it couldn't happen. She got out of the car accepting this, and I didn't see her again properly until about 4 months ago when she came home on an extended leave.

I came back to work after 4 weeks off, and she was back there. Same Kerry as always, and damned near every male in the village telling me how stunning she is, like I needed any reminder! We were back to the flirting, the occaisional innocent touch as we passed behind each other but nothing untoward. She refused to give me a goodnight kiss on the cheek when I took her home, until one night I called her up on it. From then on she'd ask for a lift home, kiss me goodnight and that would be that... We had our laughs, and we get on like such a goddamned house on fire that I felt like we were back to how we were early last year. We even played a joke on a customer, telling him that we had gotten engaged, and that I'd proposed to her in the supermarket. She made the whole story up herself, and all I had to do was go along with it. That night we had a few drinks behind the bar, and since I'd had too much to drive she told me in no uncertain terms that I would be staying at hers, in the spare room. We snook back into hers, she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek as usual, and I felt her almost trying to kiss me again. I ignored it and went to sleep in the spare room as I didn't want to get back into that situation again (I didn't even know at this point if she'd remembered what she'd done last year).

Then last friday night happened. Now bear in mind, Kerry has haunted my thoughts since that first kiss. I dwelt on that attempted kiss, even until that Friday. Kerry and I were working behind the bar, she had a few drinks more than me and I took her home as per usual. We got outside her house and we went for the usual peck on the cheek and again she goes to kiss me. Now being as crazy about Kerry as I am, and after kicking myself for nearly a year about not accepting the last kiss I uttered "For fucks sake..." and kissed her back. After a half hour of making out, me taking her clothes off and winding up rubbing her clit through her panties she stopped me, and it got a little awkward. She told me it couldn't happen as I was "smitten" with Lisa, and that she had felt like such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. Also that she had liked me back then, and after the liquid courage had tried to kiss me because of that. I told her that I had made my bed and that I supposed I ought to lie in it (with Lisa). She reminded me that I'm only 27, and we had a stilted sort of conversation, with her getting out of the car telling me that I needed to sort my shit out and not just for her sake.

I got back to my house with Lisa in bed at about 5am, with her all lined up to hostess my family around the area for the weekend. I spent all weekend with her slightly grumpy for no apparent reason to her, though it was really because I didn't know what the hell to make of the Friday night/ Saturday morning. This girl I had tried to convince myself that I didn't want had made another move on me, and I simply couldn't stop myself a second time... She's THAT hot! Lisa took my infernal family out for the weekend and did her best to take care of them, all the time I'm wishing to see Kerry again.

Tuesday comes around and Lisa decides that she's going back to the farm for the week as she needs to catch up on the work she's missed. Her self confidence is low in general, and I know she would be beyond distraught if she had any idea of what had happened Friday night, never mind the ensuing Tuesday night.

Kerry had arranged to have a few leaving drinks on the Tuesday night, as she was going away to a wedding today. One of my absolute best friends Barry was invited, though by a circumstance I wound up back at work on my own so they all came into my bar to be around me. Kerry, her sister, a friend of hers and another girl from work. Barry I know has a big thing for Kerry, as has most of the male population of the village. All of them sat the other side of the bar with Barry having a great laugh, but me with eyes only for Kerry. It got to 1am and I closed the bar, Kerry a total clusterfuck with drink after doing a few body shots off the other girl from work and a couple off me.

I went downstairs to cash up for the night, Kerry comes down to ask if she can have another round of shots even though we're after the license. I tell her of course she can, we chat a while before she says to me "Ok, so I'm going to go back upstairs because I want to kiss you right now, and it's bad". I tell her "Sometimes people do bad things" and she walks right over, sits on my lap and kisses the hell out of me. I've had enough of fighting the urge to get my hands on her and went back for her. I'm half watching the CCTV cameras to make sure no-one comes downstairs to catch us, and proceed to heat things up a bit. I eventually stop her, tell her to get her ass back upstairs and pour that round of shots out before some-one suspects something. She goes back up, I finish off cashing up and she's back downstairs for another bottle just as I'm putting the nights takings in the safe. I grab her again and kiss her, which she tells me "You think this is a game, but it won't last", and after a short making out she goes back upstairs.
I get upstairs, she leads me out the back of the bar out of sight and starts making out with me again, obviously I have no compunction about it by now and am eager just to get my hands on her.

Eventually we get everybody out for gone 2am, and I am told I'm giving her a lift home, to which we get in the car and we're instantly back on each other. We go for a drive and wind up out in the middle of nowhere, parked up in a layby on a tiny little country lane. We start talking about what happened, and how she's irritated that I have a GF, but that I kissed her. She tries to tell me that I must've known she's liked me for such a long time. I tell her that I couldn't have known as she seems to be like that with everyone, and that until she tried to kiss me on the Friday night I didn't know if it was just the alcohol that was what had made her try to kiss me the first time. She understood that, and we talked about how she had wanted me for such a long time, but thought herself such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. She then told me that she's never really had a relationship with anyone as she has people she fucks, and people she likes, and never the twain shall meet. Until me. She really likes me for myself, my personality and the way we just suit each other, and obviously in a sexual way. I tell her about how much I've wanted her since I first laid eyes upon her. We talk then about her personality, as she likes new toys all the time; new gadgets, new clothes, new stuff all the time. I wanted to know whether it was just the thrill of a new thing, and that once played with and done with that it goes back on the shelf and is never wanted again, as that's what I don't want to become. She tells me she's not even sure if that's what it is, compounded by the fact that I belong to someone else and that I'm supposed to be unobtainable, but also that she wants more than anything to be with me. She also says that she intends to spend the remainder of the next 10 years working on Cruise ships.
She then says that she's not sure if I'm essentially just an itch that she has to scratch and that it would get me out of her system. I tell her "There's only one way to find out", to which she plants herself on me again. This time we kiss and kiss and eventually wind up getting naked in my car, I frig her off to the tune of 2 courses of multiple orgasms committing every moment to memory in case it never happens again. We don't fuck, but after eating her out and hearing her come so many times the 2 hours we spend at it become too much. We get dressed and I take her home, with her telling me that she wants to fuck me on the bosses desk. Kerry tells me she's going to kiss me again before she leaves to go back to the house, and we part for the day.

Then yesterday I knew I had to see her again before she goes away for another 4 months, and that I had to see if when she was sober she still felt the same. I pick her up after going for a meal with Barry, talking of nothing but her (and how she's said to him that on her wedding night she intends to perform the Selma Hyek dancer scene out of From Dusk Til Dawn for her husband!). We go for a drive and park up outside where I go to the gym, and we talk shit for an hour or so with me just resting my hands on her legs. She tells me she had better get back as she's done no packing, at which point I decide that I have to taste her lips again. We make out for another half hour at least, and we stop because she's leaving in a few hours. I take her home again, she kisses me passionately on her driveway and says goodbye.

She's as cold and dispassionate about people as I can be, and this makes it hard to read precisely what's going on... but it also makes her such a fucking ball-breaker!

I guess I'm posting this because I need some feedback on what I should do, I still love Lisa but I'm not sure that I can love her that much as I'm willing to do all that with Kerry? But if I'm not going to see Kerry for 2/3rds of the year? And what if I am just an itch that has been scratched, is it worth throwing away 7 years with a girl that is still devoted to me?

What would you guys do?

PS- thanks for reading.... I know it's fucking dull!

Which of these whores would you dump your load in to celebrate international women’s day?

http://nydailynews.com/news/national/20-arrested-international-child-porn-ring-officials-article-1.1091669

Looks like now that the "B" is starting to wind down its focus on terrorists their crackdown on cp is going to cranking back up.

from reading the article it seems like most of this case went down a few years ago and they kept it under wraps so that they could continue to impersonate the people they busted so they could get iron clad cases against others.
I am no fan of stuff from the age groups they found material of, but it is only a matter of time before they will move onto people who like teenage stuff. Places like this are going to have to be better on what is allowed.

so will motherless be effected tomorrow with the whole international DNS issue caused by malware thats finally being shut down by the Feds?

or should we just expect the usual daily issues that basically render it useless for long enough periods of time to kill any resemblance of a boner

Once again an Ashley Madison contact turns out to be fake. What a shock! This person, who went by the name "Vanessa," sent me a message and we traded four or five emails over the course of a week. She sent me five pictures in all, which I'm guessing came from some random Facebook account. She told a pretty convincing story: forty years old, in the midst of a divorce, born in Scotland and brought by her parents to the States when she was still a child. The parents died in a car wreck some years back. She was a freelance makeup artist who mostly worked on movie locations and, in this particular instance, was on a shoot in Turkey but planned to be back in our home town in about a week.

Her emails were long and personal, explaining that her husband had booted her out for a younger woman and how she hadn't had much luck on A/M until I responded to her initial inquiry. She also hadn't had sex in about a year, etc. But there were a few red flags that told me, pretty much right away, that this was going to be a scam. First, she never discussed what part of the city she lived in, while also mentioning nothing that would have indicated her familiarity with the area, despite my questions along those lines. And while her vocabulary was sophisticated, she occasionally used words that weren't quite what she meant, or expressions that seemed stilted. I've been an editor for many years and have a pretty good ear for when people are writing in English but it's not their first language. That was definitely the case here. Finally, her emails got sexual fairly quickly, as if we'd skipped a few steps in the normal man/woman getting-to-know-you phase.

I was curious to see where this would lead. So even being 95 percent sure this was bogus, I went along and provided equally engaging replies, while making sure not to give away any specific personal details. With her alleged "return to town" just a couple of days away, I was ready for the hook. And sure enough ...

In her final email to me, she wove a tale of woe that was equal parts entertaining and absurd. She claimed she needed to retrieve her makeup shipment from a local source, but the supplier had raised his prices and she didn't have enough cash to make up the difference. She claimed to ask the film production company to "give her a raise" but in the same sentence insisted they would only pay her upon completion of the job. She ended her email like this:

"What hurts most is that I do not have enough money on me to sort the bill and really hate myself for what I am about to do. I am at a crossroad, can you possibly lend me some money? I will pay back once I return home."

You see what I mean by the odd syntax?

OK -- there are so many things wrong with this scenario. First, if she was only retrieving her makeup supplies now, a couple of days before leaving for home, what the fuck had she been using on the movie set up to that point? Second, who goes to some foreign location as a makeup artist without having one's supplies in hand, since you could hardly expect to find the unique items she claimed to require in some random place in Turkey. Third, what kind of company that deals in such exotic items -- she insisted this was all custom stuff -- does not also take credit cards or, conversely, who goes overseas without having the means to withdraw funds from an ATM. It's fairly certain most places in Turkey are somehow connected to the international banking system, right?

Here was my reply:

Hi Vanessa:

No.

Nice story, though. And by the way, we say "crossroads," not crossroad.

Love,
Zac

Naturally I did not receive a reply. But just to play with this person's mind a bit more without giving away too much of my game, I sent this email the following morning:

Hi Vanessa,

So -- does this mean we're NOT getting together when you "return"? That's a shame. I was looking forward to sliding my talented tongue into your sweet "Scottish" pussy. Does it taste like haggis? LOL!

Your friend,
Zac

What "job" would you give to our recent college intern?

.

My wife Linda, who is 48, works for an equipment manufacturer in the hr department. Last year she had an intern named Chris work with her. Chris is 24 and will be graduating from college in May. I've seen his FB picture and he is a stud. 6'-2"and a fit lean body.

She use to tease me about how hot he was and how attentive he was to her when they worked together. Once he started work, she started to wear skirts and dresses that were marginally appropriate at best. She claims nothing happened, but I often found her very wet panties in her purse on numerous occasions, 

This past Friday he came back for an interview for the same position but as full time. Her boss,  Mike was oart of the interview. After the interview she texted me saying they would be going to eat to further discuss the position.

About 10 pm I got concerned and text her. She said she was busy and couldn't make it home and would explain in the morning.

I knew what this meant as she has had several lovers over the 21 years we've been married. I didn't hear from her until noon Saturday. Saying she wouldn't be home and that I should take our twoi daughters to their cousins birthday party. Linda ended up spending all weekend fucking him. The girls asked numerous times where there mom was. My oldest ended up texting her Sunday. Linda told her that she was spending time with a "special" friend. She went as far to send my daughter a selfie of them hugging each other.

In fact she went straight from screwing him this morning to work without even coming homey. My wife said his 7.5" cock is uncircumcised and twice as thick as mine and that she came on his cock over a dozen times this weekend.

She mentioned he will be starting work in 3 weeks and didn't know if she would be able to keep up with him. I have no doubt she will do just fine.

p******** Andrew Jackson, the only one of our p********s whose administration totally abolished the National Debt, condemned the international bankers as a "den of vipers" which he was determined to "rout out" of the fabric of American life. Jackson claimed that if only the American people understood how these vipers operated on the American scene "there would a revolution before morning."

My wife, Wendy, wanted me to go to a bdsm party with her and some of her wild girlfriends. They had never been before and told me that it would be just for a laugh. When we got there, they took us to a room where a girl was fisting a guy. I must say she was very erotic and experienced. When she was finished with the guy, my wife asked her friends to put me in the harness just for a joke. But when they tightened the straps and pulled my pants and underpants down, I started to get worried. One of her friends was at the front of me, doing a strip and the others were kinda playing with themselves. I got hard immediately, but could feel Wendy behind me spreading lube on my butt. Before long, her fingers went in. I asked her to stop, but she said I would like it and slowly forced her fist into my butt. I guess it was kind of exciting as I never lost my hard on. But she kept twisting and pushing and must have got her arm into me. I could hear her moaning at my back. I came in the mouth of one of her friends and kinda lost unconsiousness for a while. When I woke up, I was in a taxi with them on the way back home. I had to go to the doctor today for internal bleeding. What should I do, should I tell the police?

International yoga day BITCHES!!

A good read on the terrorist's "He said the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan and one of its splinter groups, the Islamic Jihad Union, both have recruited Chechen, Turks and other non-Arab Muslims to fight with them against U.S. forces in Afghanistan. According to Kohlmann, both of these groups are based in the Waziristan tribal area of Pakistan, "and these groups can be just as radical as anything al-Qaeda puts out."

"They have a strong animus against the United States," Kohlmann said.

But he cautioned against making any assumption at this point that the bombing suspects were recruited and/or trained by foreign terror organizations.

"What happened (in Boston) is within the capability of two relatively sophisticated, homegrown individuals," Kohlmann said. "These two people seem to have come out of nowhere."

David Schanzer, a terrorism expert at Duke University, said the attack appeared to be "homegrown" and that the suspects appear unsophisticated and without ties to or training from international terrorist groups.

"The fact that they needed to rob an ATM to get money (suggests) they didn't get large amount of outside funding. They had no escape plan to leave the country," Schanzer said. "These are hallmarks of people who are not particularly sophisticated. I don't see this as a highly planned plot. They seemed to be making this up as they go along."

Several links have been identified between Chechen guerrillas and al-Qaeda, according to an analysis by the Council on Foreign Relations.

Despite the two suspects' apparent affinity for the Chechen cause, anti-separatist Chechen leader Ramzan Kadyrov said there was no link between his country and Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the two brothers suspected of the Boston bombings.

"We don't know the Tsarnaevs, they did not live in Chechnya. They lived and studied in America," Kadyrov said Friday. "It has become habitual, everything that is happening in the world is connected to Chechens. Blame the Chechens."

Kohlmann sent a post on his Twitter feed Friday that the official arm of the Chechen mujahedin has denied any connection between them and the Boston suspects.

Ruslan Tsarni of Montgomery Village, Md., the uncle of the two brothers, said the family was ethnic Chechen.

Author Kimberly Marten, who researched Chechnya for her recent book, Warlords Strong-Arm Brokers in Weak States, cautioned Friday against concluding that the Boston attack was an act of terror.

"We shouldn't assume... there's a political motive behind the bombing," said Marten, who's a political science professor at Barnard College in New York City and director of Columbia University's Harriman Institute.

Most of the Chechens' acts have come in Chechnya, Russia or neighboring republics.

Among the most shocking acts of violence was an attack in the neighboring republic of North Ossetia in 2004, where militants seized a school and, in the three-day siege that followed, more than 300 were killed, most of them children.

The attack was ordered by Chechen separatist leader Shamil Basayev, who was himself killed in a 2006 bombing believed to have been conducted by Russian internal security forces.

Militants from Chechnya and other restive regions have targeted Moscow and other areas with bombings and hostage-takings for more than 20 years. The republic is predominantly Muslim and has waged two wars with Russian security forces since the demise of the Soviet Union in 1991.

p******** Vladimir Putin has often stressed that al-Qaeda is linked with Chechen fighters. According to the Council on Foreign Relations analysis, a Chechen warlord is said to have met with Osama bin Laden while both were fighting against the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan from 1979-89.

Authorities have also found links between Chechen separatists and other Islamist terrorist groups. The U.S. Justice Department said in a 2004 report that Zacharias Moussaoui, who was convicted for his role in the 9/11 attacks, had previously sought to recruit at least one man to fight in Chechnya. Intelligence officials in France had warned the FBI of Moussaoui's connection to the Chechen fighters.

An online jihadist, "Abu Sulaiman al-Nasser," boasted Friday that the Tsarnaev brothers "made the streets of America just like the streets of Afghanistan."

Violence dates back to the years after World War II when the Soviet leader Josef Stalin crushed a revolt there during the Nazi invasion and in 1944 deported the entire Chechen population to Siberia and Kazakhstan. They were allowed to return to their homeland in 1957.

Shortly after the Soviet Union's collapse, Chechnya declared independence from Russia, a move that eventually led to war from 1994-1996 when tens of thousands died and Russian regained control of the republic.

The Tsarnaev family reportedly fled Chechnya for nearby Kazakhstan and, later, the United States.

Fighting broke out in Chechnya again in 2000 when Russian forces destroyed much of the republic's capital city of Grozny in a bid to crush resistance. With the killing of key militant leaders, the separatist movement has been quelled, although violence in the region continues.

Chechen militants have committed sporadic large-scale attacks in Russia since the 1990s. In March 2010, Chechen terrorists claimed responsibility for bombings on the Moscow subway system that killed more than 40 people. In June 2010, the State Department added Chechen rebel Doku Umarov, who claimed responsibility for the March subway attack, to its terrorist list and froze his assets.

A 2008 report by the Congressional Research Service said in 2007 Russian security forces ran 850 sweeps through Chechnya that involved surrounding entire villages and searching every house. "Critics of the operations allege that the troops frequently engage in pillaging and gratuitous violence and are responsible for kidnappings for ransom and 'disappearances' of civilians,' " the report said.

Of the region's almost 1.3 million residents, ethnic Chechens make up about 95%, according to Russian government statistics. The rest are a combination of ethnic Russians and other ethnic groups from nearby countries and regions"

I am a 25 yr old female young professional with a loving sweet boyfriend of 3 yrs. At work, I supervise a cocky 19 year old college intern who clearly doesn't respect women, flirts with me knowing I have a boyfriend, and looks at me like a piece of meat. I don't like him at all, yet every day I feel more and more resigned to the fact that he is going to fuck me.

Susan Slaughter from the 2009 SyFy channel reality television show "ghost hunters international" topless.

Goth beauty from "Ghost Hunters International" Susan Slaughter topless photo.

Happy international women’s day to this beauty

What are your thoughts about my new college intern that I'm currently supervising?

Hey motherless I got some breaking world news! Pakistan Lifts YouTube Ban!

for 3 Minutes.... XD

"ISLAMABAD, Pakistan — A ban on YouTube, which Pakistan imposed after an anti-Islam video caused riots in much of the Muslim world, was lifted Saturday, only to be reinstated — after three minutes — when it was discovered that blasphemous material was still available on the site.
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After months of criticism of the ban, the government decided to allow Pakistanis to have access to YouTube again, saying steps had been taken to ensure that offensive content would not be visible. But those efforts apparently failed, and the authorities quickly backtracked.

The ban was imposed on Sept. 17 following violent protests in response to the video, which was made in the United States and ridiculed the Prophet Muhammad. The government then ordered all telecommunications companies to block Internet material deemed offensive to Muslims and urged people to report such material.

But the ban on YouTube came to be seen as censorship, and a growing number of the estimated 25 million Internet users in the country complained.

“This is purely a naked power play by the government and one that we should resist,” an editorial in The Express Tribune, an English-language daily newspaper in Karachi, Pakistan, said Friday. “This is about controlling our behavior and denying us access to the Internet.”

“We need to make it clear that we do not wish to regress to a dark age when a centralized authority controlled all access to information,” the editorial, observing the 100th day of the ban, went on to say. “Retreating to such an era would essentially mean that we were longer living in a democracy.”

By Friday evening, Rehman Malik, the country’s interior minister, indicated that the ban would be lifted over the weekend. Mr. Malik said firewalls by government technicians were being installed to block pornographic and blasphemous material.

On Saturday, the Pakistan Telecommunication Authority directed local Internet service providers to make YouTube accessible. But by the afternoon, Geo, a private television news network that wields immense influence, reported that anti-Islam and blasphemous material was still available on YouTube. The criticism was led by Ansar Abbasi, a right-leaning journalist who often speaks out on morality and religion.

Yielding to the criticism, Prime Minister Raja Pervez Ashraf then ordered providers to again block access to the video-sharing site.

The flip-flop drew an immediate rebuke from users and led to a flurry of jokes on Twitter about the government’s dithering and backtracking.

“YouTube is a huge convenience for users, who benefit from it for educational as well as entertainment purposes,” Zubair Kasuri, the editor of Flare, a Karachi-based telecommunications magazine, said in a telephone interview. Mr. Kasuri expressed surprise over the government’s failure to install an effective firewall mechanism despite having months to do so."

Hows that for fucking retarded?

Our office just took on this sexy college slut as an intern. I can think of alot of "work" i would make her do for me!

Thoughts about her? She was a intern at the office a time ago, but I still jerk off to her pics.

Mitt Romney's repeated claim that he played no part in executive decision-making related to Bain after 1999 is false, according to Romney's own testimony in June 2002, in which he admitted to sitting on the board of the Lifelike Co., a doll maker that was a Bain investment during the period.

Romney has consistently insisted that he was too busy organizing the 2002 Winter Olympics to take part in Bain business between 1999 and that event. But in the testimony, which was provided to The Huffington Post, Romney noted that he regularly traveled back to Massachusetts. "[T]here were a number of social trips and business trips that brought me back to Massachusetts, board meetings, Thanksgiving and so forth," he said.

Romney's sworn testimony was given as part of a hearing to determine whether he had sufficient residency status in Massachusetts to run for governor.

Romney testified that he "remained on the board of the Staples Corporation and Marriott International, the Life Like Corporation" at the time.

Yet in the Aug. 12, 2011, federal disclosure form filed as part of his p********ial bid, he said, "Mr. Romney retired from Bain Capital on February 11, 1999 to head the Salt Lake Organizing Committee. Since February 11, 1999, Mr. Romney has not had any active role with any Bain Capital entity and has not been involved in the operations of any Bain Capital entity in any way."

Bain, a private equity firm, held a stake in the Lifelike Co. until the end of 2001, including during the period in which Romney claimed to have no business involvement with Bain entities. Bain had heavily invested in Lifelike, a company that Romney identified personally as an opportunity, in 1996 and sold its shares in late 2001. His involvement with Lifelike contradicts his assertion that he had no involvement with Bain business. His testimony is supported by his 2001 Massachusetts State Ethics Commission filing, in which he lists himself as a member of Lifelike's board.

Romney has long said that he took a leave of absence from Bain because the work of organizing the 2002 Winter Olympics was so grueling, which has allowed him to deny responsibility for Bain activities during 1999 and 2002.


His activities during that period also included Staples board meetings: "I returned for most of those meetings. Others I attended by telephone if I could not return."

Bain was involved with Staples early in its life, taking the company public in 1989. Romney used his Bain position to obtain a seat on the board, which he held into 2002. He regularly cites the jobs that Staples created as reflecting positively on Bain's record.

The Boston Globe on Thursday blew a giant hole in Romney's claim that he left the private equity firm in 1999. The Globe reported that Bain's own filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission suggest that Romney remained deeply tied to the company until sometime in 2002.

Bain described Romney in 2001 SEC filings as the "sole stockholder, chairman of the board, chief executive officer, and p********." Another form stated that he owned 100 percent of the company in 2002 and received a six-figure salary from Bain in 2001 and 2002. His listed title: "Executive."

Earlier reporting on the topic by Talking Points Memo and Mother Jones had already begun to chip away at the Romney narrative.

The Romney campaign is still sticking with its candidate's story.

"The article is not accurate," spokeswoman Andrea Saul said in a statement released to reporters following the Globe story. "As Bain Capital has said, as Governor Romney has said, and as has been confirmed by independent fact checker multiple times, Governor Romney left Bain Capital in February of 1999 to run the Olympics and had no input on investments or management of companies after that point."

Yet Romney's sworn testimony appears to back up the SEC filings and contradict his personal disclosure forms submitted to Massachusetts officials in 2002, in which he said that he retired from Bain on Feb. 11, 1999.

Romney's lawyer at the Massachusetts hearing said that Romney's work in the private sector continued "unabated" while he ran the Olympics: "He succeeded in that three-year period in restoring confidence in the Olympic Games, closing that disastrous deficit and staging one of the most successful Olympic Games ever to occur on U.S. soil. Now while all that was going on, very much in the public eye, what happened to his private and public ties to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts? And the answer is they continued unabated just as they had."

Instead of leaving in 1999, Romney suggested in his testimony that he only left Bain after the Olympics in 2002: �I left on the basis of a leave of absence indicating that I, by virtue of that title, would return at the end of the Olympics to my employment at Bain Capital, but subsequently decided not to do so and entered into a departure agreement with my former partners. I use that in the colloquial sense, not legal sense, but my former partners."

The opening statement delivered by Romney's lawyer in the 2002 hearing said Romney "continued to serve on the board of directors of a significant Massachusetts company and to return here for most of its board meetings."

In a statement released Thursday, Bain defended Romney. "Mitt Romney left Bain Capital in February 1999 to run the Olympics and has had absolutely no involvement with the management or investment activities of the firm or with any of its portfolio companies since the day of his departure," the statement reads. "Due to the sudden nature of Mr. Romney's departure, he remained the sole stockholder for a time while formal ownership was being documented and transferred to the group of partners who took over management of the firm in 1999. Accordingly, Mr. Romney was reported in various capacities on SEC filings during this period."

if, hypothetically, you had a large sum of money and you bought an oilplatform in international waters, put some geeks and a big server on it and host your own website from there. if you were to allow absolutely everything to be uploaded to it, everything,
could anyone close you down ? does anyone have authority in international waters ?
a government might block you, but could anyone actually stop you ?
silly question maybe but Im pretty stoned and wondering...

My wife and I are going to visit her parents today. I think when I hug her mum I'm going to grind on her a little and as the hug ends I want to run my hand down to her ass 

She's 70 and not that hot, but I reckon she's still a bit horny. She likes to lock eyes with me sometimes and poke her tongue out at me if I'm cheeky. Which is obviously the international sign for give me your cock.

Failing all that I'll go into her room and rub my cock on her bras and panties

I can't stop stroking to our intern's Spring Break pics.

who here thinks they have NO RIGHTS????

next time youre at the computer, get on the internet, go to wikipedia, in the search feild for wikipedia, i want you to type in
Japanese American's 1942, and you'll find out all about your fucking precious rights...

here, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_American_internment

in 1942, there were 110,000 Japanese American Citisens, who were thrown into internment camps, simple because there parents were born in the wrong country,

thats all they did wrong, they had no right to a lawyer, no right to a jury of their peers, no right to do process of any kind, ONLY RIGHT THEY HAD...
Right this way..........INTO THE internment Camps, Just when these AMERICAN CITIZENS Needed their rights the most, their GOVT Took em away,

and rights arnt rights if someone can.. take em away...... there privlidges, thats all we ever had in this country is a bill of TEMPORARY PRIVLIDGDES

and if ytou read the news even BADLY,, you know that every year, the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter,

and sooner or later the GOVT doesnt give a FUCK about YOU, it doesnt care about you or your rights or your walfare or your saftey, it simpley doesnt give a fuck about you

it interested in its OWN POWER... Thats the ONLY THING... Keeping it and expanding it whenever possable...

Personally, when it comes to rights.......... i think 1 of 2 things is true...

either we have UNLIMITDED RIGHTS or we have no rights at all, Personally, I lean twards UNLIMITED RIGHTS, I feel for instance i have the right to do anything i [please...

BUT... if i do something you dont like.... i think you have the right to kill me... So where you gunna find a fairer fuckin deal then that,

so the next time some asshole says to you... I have the right to my opnion...

You say OH YEAH??? well i have the right to my opnion and my OPNION is you have NO RIGHT to your opnion... THEN SHOOT THE FUCK, AND WALK AWAY!!!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't fucking see why our governments don't install cameras in our homes and tack tracking devises on us to let them know where we are 24/7 in the name of international security!

In a time of economic hardship, our all knowledgeable government agencies are spending your tax dollars to, NO not create jobs, but to monitor your ass!

Read!
Private sector participation in Government internet monitoring.
Government infringement on the Fourth Amendment's guarantee of freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. $293 million government-wide Einstein expansion.
ht t p://fcw .c o m/articles/2010/06/07/buzz-einstein-3-internet-monitoring-privacy.aspx

And I really feel sorry for you Brits where being liberal is practically not the status quo.
Read you blokes!
the snooper’s charter’
The Home Office has stated that the collection of data will cost £1.8bn over the next 10 years

Love when my wife spreads her legs like this model. When she does its always full of cum. Usually from a hot black college intern from work.

He tastes really good and I love when she las let it leak down her legs!

Bitch Boss Must Pay! (Story)

I wonder if anyone ever hated their boss to the degree that I do whilst having to keep their mouths shut and smile at the same time. I come from a foreign country, working my first job, basically forced by my father to go 'pay my dues' for a few years before returning to the family business eventually. The truth is the family is exceedingly wealthy (albeit most of our wealth comes from illegitimate sources) but I must admit I do respect the intent to go through a 'normal' process with regards to my career.

So I get a job at an international consultancy, start at the bottom and basically accept whatever work brief that lands on my table.
I spend the first year working long hours, running endless research, burning the midnight oil, accepting a very modest income at the same time. Basically I find myself doing all my boss's work AT THE SAME TIME acting as a goddamn gopher for her almost everyday. Collecting her laundry, babysitting her cats, fetching her food/coffee, and writing ALL of her reports while taking all her derogatory comments on the chin. Having done my best to hide my family background, I supposed she just considered me another lowly foreign peasant of a worker to be abused and taken for granted.

Now I admit I am not much to look at, 6 foot tall, slightly overweight, ungainly hair but i do try to scrub up nice and always dress as well as I can. The fact that I do not have a girlfriend or have much of a social life at all, doesn't escape her and her peers who never seem to stop reminding me that I just cannot or will ever get with a girl in this country. For the past year, that seems to be a subject of fun at every team social event but to my credit I smile, go along with it and just get my work done. The most annoying thing about my boss however is despite my hard work and efforts to please her, she did not even see fit to give me a raise or a bonus at the end of the year! My pent up frustrations at this point were just about to boil over.

Her one and only saving grace is that she was hot. Beautiful 5 foot 6 specimen, with gorgeous smooth fair skin, dark raven hair and an ass that looked fucking fantastic in a tight dress suit. Her shapely curvaceous body was well sculpted by hours at the gym and at the yoga studio, basically hours that could be spent at work instead of being the lazy cunt that she was. Just a few years older than myself at 28, she had risen to the position of senior manager on the basis of her winning smile and flirtatious demeanour with the male superiors at the company. Despite my disdain for her work ethics, she was quite mesmerising and easy on the eye. i constantly found myself stuttering in her presence, blinded by her beauty and that awesome perfume she always wore. On my smoke breaks with my male peers, I would have to bite my lip and just listen into their conversations around how each of them would try and be the first in the company to tap that fine ass. Fortunately for them, they did not have the misfortune of being her subordinate I constantly thought.

In my private moments I would imagine all the things I would do to her to put her in her place. Unfortunately being in a foreign country, I did not have the means or the courage to carry out some of the darker thoughts floating around in my mind. However, one fine day as what I would consider fate, our team got the word that they would be travelling to my home country for a week long project at the headquarters. Our team of 5 which consisted of Mel, her assistant;Anne, myself and two other guys would be sent for 2 weeks, one to work on the project and another for some rest and relaxation as part of our annual perks.

Upon hearing the news that we would be travelling to my home country, Mel very 'astutely' stated that I should be the one handling ALL the travel arrangements for the entire team seemingly due to the fact that I would know best where to stay, eat, party etc etc. How convenient. As usual I sucked it up and agreed while formulating a plan in my head to ensure that she in particular would be having a trip she would never forget.

I went about booking the best of everything I could think of for our trip, the best hotel, great restaurants and bars for the first week. Everyday after a hard days work for the first week, I would bring my colleagues to experience nothing but the finest in my city while taking great care not to run into anyone who might know or recognise me in my city. As far as she knew, I would retire for the night and go back to whichever slum I came from, stating that I rather than stay in the hotel would prefer to spend time with my family. In truth, I would be laying out plans for my dear boss come the end of the week.

The final working day would culminate with a big night out for the team. Unbeknownst to them I had reserved the club owned by my cousins and had organised an unforgettable experience for all. Dinner at a 5 star restaurant preceded and arriving at the hotel to pick everyone up was a convoy of luxury vehicles one for each team member with Mel given the Rolls Royce. Again they were all cars owned by my family and each driver our employees. I personally volunteered to drive her and upon being questioned how I had organised all this on our company budget, I simply stated that I had called in favours at the car rental service I had 'used to work for'. I suppose she was so caught up in the experience she did not ask further questions. Now as her personal gopher, I had come to know of her affinity for specific party drugs and she had ordered me to obtain them for her for the purposes of really enjoying the night. As part of my ruse, I at first advised against it stating that this was highly frowned upon in my country. As usual, well she did not listen and insisted upon it anyway.

I marvelled at how gorgeous she was when I picked her up from the hotel. Wearing a figure hugging, above knee length, tube- top lavender dress with matching high heels, she was truly stunning. With her hair done up neatly in a bun to accentuate her delicate neck and shoulders, she could have been mistaken for a professional model. On our way to the club after dinner, she predictably consumed the powder along with champagne I had placed in the car for her. The club itself was truly one of the best in the world and she and the team were afforded VIP treatment, with the best drinks and seats in the house. I entered the club giving knowing glances to the security team, barman and the manager. The powder I had provided her initially gave her a limited boost intended to wear out at a certain point. After 3 hours of drinking and dancing, she turned to me to ask for more. I again attempted to feign reluctance but however she would as usual, get her way. I passed her an amount and asked a waiter to guide her to the VIP bathroom to ensure privacy for her. Mel got up and followed him to a secluded office area and was left alone in it. Unknown to her, being the designated handbag holder, I had placed a few more grams of her favourite vice inside whilst she was off dancing and parading her fine ass on the floor.

Mel used the bathroom before preparing the powder in lines on the counter. As she bent over, the bathroom door flew open with four burly men dressed in police uniforms entering ominously and commanding her to put her hands up. Frozen in shock initially, she tried to blurt out some sort of explanation for what she was doing to no avail. They informed her that she had just committed a grievous crime and someone on the staff had tipped them off. Tears welled in her eyes as she sobbed and tried to explain how she was a foreigner and had no idea that what she was doing was illegal. Shaking their heads, they informed her that she would be taken into custody and her team and company would be informed. She was read her rights as they handcuffed her wrists behind her back and lead her out of the bathroom and towards a private stairwell leading to the rear entrance.

She wept, her makeup streaming down her pretty face as she was ushered out the entrance where a black, tinted SUV awaited. She pleaded again and again to at least let her colleagues know what was happening with those pleas falling on deaf ears. She was placed in the backseat and sandwiched by two of the men, still desperately trying to reason with them. Unfortunately being drunk and a little stoned, she herself was unsure what words she was uttering in the first place. As the SUV sped off to its destination, she somehow gathered her thoughts and attempted once more to get out of her predicament.

“Please guys. I really am just a foreigner and I had no idea I was doing anything seriously wrong. Please find a way to let me go and I will never do this again. I just want to get back home. I cannot have this land on my record. I will be ruined. Please if there is anything I can do to get you to reconsider taking me in, I will do it. Please. I will do anything.” She literally at this point was begging for her life.

The man beside her looked at her inquisitively. “Anything?”

“Anything”. She said through tears and sobs.

The man in the front passenger seat turned around and looked at her. “Nice dress. Take it off”.

“Are..are you serious?” she stammered.

“Take it the fuck off”.

The driver pulled over at the side of the road and turned around to watch the show. Her backseat companions released Mel from her handcuffs allowing her to reluctantly reach back to unzip her dress, holding it up at her chest, hoping for a reprieve that never would come. She allowed the material to fall off her torso, exposing her lace white strapless bra, pulling the dress down her waist, her knees and ankles, leaving her in her bra and matching white lace thong. The beautiful girl handed over her dress to one of the men with the other reaching out expectantly to receive her bra and panties as well. Mel choked back a loud sob as she unclasped her bra, unveiling her pert B Cup breasts before pulling her thong down her legs and submitting them to him. She was now fully naked and humiliated in front of the men. She wrapped her arms around her body and crossed her legs; desperately trying to protect whatever modesty she had left. The handcuffs were reintroduced, her wrists once more locked behind her, allowing her breasts and hard large pink nipples to be on full display.

“Spread your legs”.

Her soft, swollen eyes blinked away tears as she slowly spread her legs to expose her smooth waxed pussy to the men in front. She was aided by the men at the back, who took no issue with having her knees and calves on their laps. They stroke her lovely skin as phone camera flashes went off, capturing the sight of her naked and spread in the car that begun to resume its journey once more.

Meanwhile back at the club, Anne and everyone else were wondering where their manager had disappeared. She had been gone for about 45 minutes with myself feigning ignorance on her whereabouts. Efforts to ask staff if they had seen her were met with shakes off the head. Finally as scheduled, Anne suddenly received a text message from Mel’s phone informing them that she had met a nice young man and had chosen to go off with him. ‘Mel’ also assured the rest that she would catch up with them as soon as she could during the week and not to worry about her. Anne sighed with a smile of relief and simply texted back the words “Enjoy boss. Have fun!”. With that we enjoyed the rest of the night at the club before I left them to head off towards my real fun for the night and the rest of the week.

A luxury car picked me up outside the club and I immediately received a video documenting the recent events surrounding my annoying boss. The four men all of whom were my own cousins filmed her stumbling naked and handcuffed down a flight of stairs to the basement of a house we owned about an hour and a half outside of town. Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, she was met with the sight of a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed in the background with an attached bathroom at the side. There was no other furniture or fixtures save for a steel chain attached from the ceiling with wrist manacles. Mel gasped when she saw a large dildo, a butt plug, a few mouth gags and some other bondage equipment placed on the bed as well as a riding crop and a whip. I grinned at her expression of fear and panic as she took in her surroundings that also included a tripod and video camera beside the bed.

“What the fuck are you people going to do to me? This is illegal. Are you really policemen?” she screamed.

A loud hard thump was heard as a large hand smacked her across her face causing her to crumple to the floor, stunned by the sudden blow. My cousin knelt down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up sharply to her knees before berating her.

“What did you say bitch? Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to appear in a court for your drug crimes? Do you want to appear in the news as the stupid foreign cunt that thought she could flaunt our laws? Do you???”

“But you can’t do this! Whatever you are planning to do, please don’t do it!” she cried out through the pain of having her hair roughly pulled.

“We can do whatever we want. This is our country. If we want to send you to the worst women’s prison in the state, we can. If we want to make your pretty ass disappear, we can. If we want to chop you up in little pieces and feed you to the dogs, we can! Now, are you going to cooperate or not? If you do, your friends may be able to see you again and you may be able to return to your own fucked up country! What’s your choice cunt?” he shouted in her ear.

“OWWW…I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please don’t turn me in!” she screamed.

“Let me remind you why you are here!” he yelled. He opened the bag of remaining powder, stepped away and poured it over the concrete floor.

“Get on all fours and come here! You love to snort don’t you? COME HERE AND SNORT! ALL OF IT! CRAWL BITCH!”

Mel sobbing wildly slowly placed her hands on the floor and began crawling towards the mound of powder. She gazed up pleadingly once more at the men before positioning her face over it. Impatient, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down, rubbing her pretty face all over the white powder. “SNORT!”
She cried as she inhaled, her face, neck, breasts and torso covered in cocaine. Gasping and coughing, she fell to her side as he released her once satisfied that she had consumed as much as possible. As she lay there, they produced another set of cuffs, this time locking her ankles together. I watched as they raised her to her feet, attaching the ceiling manacles to her wrists, suspending her from the ceiling with her feet barely touching the ground.

I was really getting hard at the sight of her completely naked, stretched out with her arms above her head, covered in white powder, gasping away, trying to spit out whatever had entered her mouth and nostrils. She groaned as a ball gag was produced and inserted into her mouth. A towel was produced and she was wiped clean off the remaining powder on her body and face. A leather blindfold was placed around her head as well as a set of noise-cancelling headphones to prevent her from hearing a single sound. Mel was now as she should be to me. Blind, deaf and mute. The men stepped back to take a few more photos of their bound and gagged guest as she hung from the chains, to await my arrival.

I walked down the stairs slowly, in anticipation of what I was about to do to my dear boss. I had deliberately requested for my cousins to leave the room and even before I reached the foot of the stairs, I could hear the sound of her labored breathing and muffled groans through her gag. I drank in the sight of her, beautiful fair skinned beauty hung out before me in nothing but her high heels. As she could neither see or hear, she had no idea I was approaching her slowly, walking around her, admiring her firm, fit and feminine body that was slick and shiny with her own sweat. I had asked for the air conditioning to be turned off to increase her level of discomfort. I circled her slowly, noting how flawless and wonderfully curvaceous she was, with amazing hips, perky ass and breasts that were not large but with tasty, large pink nipples highlighting them. I was really enjoying her muffled moans and groans that were so sexy on my ears, far sexier than the sounds of her ordering me around for the past year or so. Her body jerked around as my hands finally landed on it, running them up and down her waist, stomach and up to her soft, supple breasts, fondling them gently enjoying tweaking and lightly pinching her nipples. She groaned out loud, shaking her head as my lips landed on her neck and shoulders, kissing her lightly, licking her and enjoying how she tasted. I embraced her from behind, burying my face in her hair, kissing her cheeks while squeezing her breasts. She was so helpless before me and I loved every second of it.

“Hello Mel. I know you are going to hate what I am going to do to you but I don’t care. You have enjoyed using me in certain ways, now I am going to enjoy you in many other ways too. Fucking bitch. You have made my life difficult and now you are going to pay for it you stupid lazy whore!” I said out loud, secure in the knowledge that she could not hear a thing with the headphones on.

She struggled in vain as my hands reached down to grab her ass. Those firm, round and sensual cheeks felt so good to me. Her moans intensified as I ran my fingers between the crack of her ass and around the front on her bare waxed pussy. I walked over to the bed, returning with the riding crop in hand. I imagined and recalled all the times she made me be her errand boy, demeaning me and not giving me any recognition at all. With that anger I unleashed my wrath on her fat ass, without any mercy at all. The crop rained down upon both cheeks, causing her to scream madly through her gag. Red welts began to appear on her skin as I wound up and released the crop, spanking her as hard as I could without stopping. She trashed around as far as her restraints would allow her, incoherent cries for mercy filling the room. As I whipped her, I voiced out all my frustrations at her only stopping when her ass began turning black and blue.

I walked around to her front, gripping her face firmly while berating her. Tears streamed down from underneath her blindfold as I slapped her face a few times. Even then I found myself unsatisfied with the revenge I was doling out on her. She screamed in pain once more as heavy nipple clamps were applied, pulling her fat nipples downwards. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, watching her writhe in pain. When I felt the slightest bit of pity for her, I removed the clamps and allowed her to relax. Knowing that I would have her to enjoy for the next few days, I called my cousins back in to unchain her and clean her up for what was to come next.

I've wanted to bang my intern for the longest time. Is it just me or is she fucking bangin?

This is the new intern at my office - would love to see her get gang fucked by the whole office

Earlier this week, the nebulous and notorious international Internet hacktivist collective known as Anonymous exposed a large ring of Internet pedophiles.

Operation Darknet

Tuesday, after hacking into lolita City, a darknet website used by pedophiles to trade in child pornography, Anonymous released usernames and other information of 1,589 pedophiles trading in kiddie porn.

A darknet website is a closed private network of computers used for file sharing. Darknet websites are part of the Invisible Web, sometimes called the Deep Web, containing content that is not part of the Surface Web, which is indexed by standard search engines.

In Tuesday�s Pastebin release, Anonymous enthusiasts explain the technical side of how they were able to locate and identify lolita City and access their user data base. In a prior Pastebin release, Anonymous offers a timeline of events detailing the discovery of the hidden cache of more than 100 gigabytes of child porn associated with lolita City.

When I was 15 my cousin made me his bitch.

One summer I had to live with my aunt and uncle while my mother was away on an international assignment. They had a big house in California near the Seirra Nevada area. The house was huge I had my own room that conected to my cousins by a shared bathroom.

My cousin was 14 but much bigger than me. I was very slim and had not yet gotten tall while he was huskey and had grown up sooner than me. Despite looking physically older he was super immature and had only a few friends.

At that age I used to masturbate constantly and staying at their house I had way more private time on the computer to look up any crazy porn I wanted. For some reason at the time I loved to watch sissy and shemale porn. I have also always had fetish for bondage. I had a pair of handcuffs I used to love to wear. I would lock them behind my back and then force myself to watch a long porn video untill my cock was raging hard and then i would find the key and furisously jack off.

One time my cousin caught me by sneeking in through the adjoining bathroom. He scared me when he came in so i tried to dive into been to hide the hadcuffs while yelling at him to close the door and get out. He laughed and rushed for the key. With the key in his hand he told me how he had spied on me before. He asked me is i was a cocksucker and I told him no. He then told me i was going to have to give him a bj or i was never getting the key back. I pleaded with him but he insisted and walked back into his room and told me to come in when i was ready.

I was paniced but i had no other keys so a shyly approced his door that he had closed behind him. I said through the door that "I want to come in".

"one second" he replied while i could here rustling from his room.

He opended the door wearing only his boxers, he walked to his desk chair and sat down and told me to get on my knees in front of him.

I complied and kneeled on the floor completly naked with my hands cuffed behind my back.

He told me to say out load that I wanted to suck his cock

I reluctantly muttred "i want to suck your cock"

"say it like you mean it, and say it in a girly voice"

I obliged his request and said in my most feminine voice that I wanted to suck his cock.

he said "good sissy boy" and stood up and started to lower his boxers.

His cock flopped out half errect pointing right at me. Even not erect i could see his penis was much longer and thicker than mine. he was uncircumsed and I could smell his cock now.

he slapped me with his cock and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tounge.

I did and he started slapping his member on my tounge. he ordered me to lick his balls and i quikly started licking his hairy sac while he jerked off. His cock was now fully errect and it was even bigger than i tought.

he pulled away and then guided his big dick into my mouth. I started sucking and i could feel him twitching in my mouth after only 30 seconds of pathetically trying to suck his large cock. I could sense that he was getting close to cumming already and i must have slowed down becuse he barked "faster"

he started to grown and then hot cum shot in to the back of my throat. It made me gag so i pulled away. He kept cumming and more shot on my face.

Out of breath he sat back in his chair and threw the key accross the room through the bath room door and told me to "get out of my sight you little cum dumpster."

I ran to retreive the key and quickly unlocked my hands and then locked myself in my bedroom. My cock was so hard, i started jacking off and i cam almost instantly. I hid in bed feeling shameful and masturbated two more time thinking about what had just happended.

This was far from the last time I would suck his cock this summer. Little did i know at the time but he had set up his camera when he closed the door for a minute and secretly filmed me sucking his cock. My whole summer was about to go on a very different path/

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I confess to being mildly irritated and amused at the "disclaimers" that frequent users pages. I've added my own annotations (in yellow) to a commonly used "disclaimer" being posted by users of porn sites:

Disclaimer: WARNING: (that means this is serious legal business! uh oh!) All individuals and/or institutions, including local, state, federal, and international law enforcement agencies using this or any other adult friend finder site, or it's associated sites, for projects and/or investigations--(that sounded professional! Must mean it's true right?) You do NOT have my permission to use any of my profile information, pictures, videos, blogs, or stories in any form or forum both current and future, but if you do I know I have no right to complain, as this is the public internet. If you have, or do,it will be considered a violation of my privacy, and will be subject to legal action, though I should realize that any legal action would be thrown out as soon as I can say "waste my money on legal fees and frivolous lawsuits." All images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the Internet, and are assumed to be in the public domain, as is this page. Boy, whomoever wrote this sure was retarded.

TL;DR: I confess I just recently lost my virginity at 25 years old to my ex-girlfriends batshit insane alcoholic mother.... and it was AWESOME!

Full story -

I'm a guy who's confident in most things, but not with women. I'm shy and act like a faggot around pretty women. I was with my one and only ever girlfriend for 9 months, and I was always way to anxious and scared of not performing well that I couldn't get it up with my ex, and she left me. I felt like shit. She was really pretty, and I felt like I had to perform well in order to feel worthy of her. I could never get it up.

Anyway, when I was with my exgf at her house, her mother would flirt with me and make sexual remarks. I always thought she was just teasing me, since she did it often in front of my ex, but I guess there was some sincerity behind it sometimes....

I was out with my friends at a club last week, and my EXGF's mother was there. I saw her as soon as we went in the club, and I prayed with my friends to go somewhere else, but they said no.

I went to the bathroom for a piss, and I just so happened to bump into the crazy bitch on the way... However, I was surprised. She looked reasonably more attractive than last time I saw her, but I suppose that was probably the 6 jack and cokes I'd already had...

Her tits was heaving and huge right in front of me, and she caught me looking at them. She smirked at me, and said "I know you're a virgin". I went red, I couldn't believe my cunt exgf just told everyone.

She said "it's ok, come with me". She took a look into the womens bathroom, and then dragged me into a bathroom cubicle....

I couldn't believe it... I was erect before my pants where even down! I don't know if it was the alcohol relaxing me, or the fact that her mother is a solid 4/10 and therefore the pressure wasn't on me, but my dick actually worked with a woman!

Her mouth slid down my cock and I was in ecstasy. After about 20 seconds I told her I was about to cum and she stopped. I was angry and internally screaming "why", but then I saw her lifting up her skirt to reveal no underwear....

Her fat thighs were right above mine, and she slowly slid her pussy onto my cock. I couldn't believe the feeling. I'm glad she wasn't tight because it would have been over too quickly.

She started riding me slowly, stopping everytime I was close to cumming, I guess she just knew when I was about to cum. But after 2 minutes, I felt her cunt tightening around my cock, and she began to ride faster and she started talking dirty...

She moaned like a cow, and started slamming up and down, her thighs crashing against mine. She moaned again and told me to cum, and I almost passed out it felt that good. I filled her up.

So yeah, I lost my V.

I really want to beat the shit out of my wife. I want to punch her in the face over and over and over full force until her nose breaks, and blood is oozing from her eyes, mouth, and nose. Just a good old fashion, beat down.

I want to choke her unconscious and kick her in the stomach until she has to go to the hospital. I'm talking organ damage internal bleeding shit.

The thought makes me so horny. I don't know what is wrong with me.

Someone asked for this a time ago but I only upload today for all. Free to keep I uploaded as anon. This is a new internal video with creampie

Danyel is our new college intern for the summer, and this is how she dressed for her interview. What should we tell her the dress code is, and what "job" should we give her on day 1?

I'm trying to find The best hidden camera for my room that I can. I'm on a slight budget but need it to be wireless and preferably have internal storage. Help me motherless!!

My intern flirts and teases literally all the guys in the office. I want to organise a bukkake party for her

I try to be good and behave within societal norms but I find it a struggle. I spend my lunch break walking around stores and all I can see is all the sexy fuckmeat.... I imagine pulling my cock out and stroking it only to have my hands pushed away and to have them use me. It doesn't even really matter who uses my cock as long as I get to goon and fulfill my purpose in life as a dumb fuck toy with a hard cock to use. It's all I can think about, I sit in my work truck most of the day stroking my cock more than actually working because that's all I truly want to do. I flirt with and most times I'm inappropriate with customers when I'm at their house or property. I make sexually suggestive jokes that most of the time border on the inappropriate side of things that would probably get me fired if it was ever reported. I've tried to repress this side of me but I can't and honestly don't really want to. It has actually gotten me attention from bored/lonely housewives in the middle of the day who tell me that their husbands don't look at or treat them as anything special anymore who've been craving physical attention and made to feel attractive. I've tried to be better than what I am but I can't. I fucking hate this website, how and who runs it are a bunch of miserable cunts who have deleted more profiles I can count for no apparent reason, but I always find myself coming back here because I can't find anyone in real life that can match my levels of perversion or depravity. I have relationships, I always try to be truthful and forthcoming about who I am and what I desire. The relationships I've had all start out the same after that conversation most tell me they're okay with how I am but before long my needs for physical contact become too much and they either leave or stay but pull away from our physical relationship which creates internal issues for me. I wish once in my life I could have the kind of relationship I truly desire/have been searching for but if I'm honest I'm not sure it actually exists and at this point I'm just about ready to give up on ever actually finding someone would actually fit in to any standard that I have or come close to it. I just feel like my desire and needs for physical/sexual attention won't ever be met at this point in life, maybe it's time to stop spending so much time and money trying/searching for what I dream of being the perfect relationship to just say fuck it and go alone. I feel like no one I've ever been with can match me sexually, some professed "nymphomaniacs" have come close but have always ended up tapping out when I feel like I'm just getting started. I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm looking that's wrong. Maybe my needs for closeness and sexual attention are just too much for any one person and I'll never find someone who will truly satisfy me. Maybe I'm doomed to be an anonymous perv, always trolling the motherless website stroking my cock at inappropriate times daily thinking of all the sick and demented things I'd love to do to other or have them do to me, cumming multiple times daily but never truly satisfied. That's my life I guess, thank you if you actually read all this garbage and have a good day!

Kris Williams from ghost hunters/ghost hunters international x-ray topless

We have a 21 year old intern at work. She is always flirting with me. If I wasn't married, I'd fuck her silly. I love fapping to the thought of fucking her and my milf boss together

Opening soon: The Cierra International Penisport.

My wife enjoyed International Women's Day.

Sexy office intern.

I was 23 when my best friend died. That shit changes you. No more drugs, minimal drinking, no smoking, dropped religion entirely. Promised myself I'd never wait for "some day".  If I wanted it then plan, save, do. For all I know some texting twat would hit me with her car. So I worked my ass off. I traveled. I worked asi traveled. I checked off the bucket list, added to it, checked more off etc. Life has been an adventure.

Lots of random sex on an international level, no serious relationships. And here I am, 35th birthday, just back from another trip. This time it was a major city.  Decent hotel. Tons of walking. Lots of sights and food and just taking it all in... because I'm still here... and I decided to do something I've never done. I bought a burner phone. Looked up some reviews. Ordered a couple professionals for an hour. I've never paid for it before, also never had an ffm, so fuck it.

If you have the opportunity to do it safely, and discretely, I'd recommend the experience at least once in your life. 2 professionals, absolutely stunning and skilled in physical pleasures, drained my soul from my body. It was a level of bliss I've never experienced before.  Hands everywhere. Fingertips everywhere. Tongues everywhere. Licked, sucked, fucked, one insane experience after anothher. We all collapsed a few times. In the end it was 2hrs, not 1. I went so often, and so hard, thought I'd faint a few times. Don't cheap out, don't scrape bottom barrel. Get a nice hotel, get reputable pros. Worth every penny.

So now several more things are checked off the list. Time to add a few more. On to the next adventure.

Keep getting a notice "Flash Policy Problem. If you are the server owner, please read lightirc.com/faq.html#security. You need to install a flash policy daemon at chat.motherless.com (port 8430)." when trying to sign onto the chat area. Anyone else having this problem? It's an internal problem I'm assuming?

A slender international Asian student was my sex slave for a while. She is engaged to her lover now and wish her all the best. I used to meet up with her at school and fuck around in my car at a parking lot. One day I showed sex toy in her anus and a large dildo to her pussy. I sat on her head to pin her down while I jackhammering the large dildo into her. She didn’t mind and love the domination. Whoever she is marrying to is a lucky dude. Might hit her up at some point in the future just in case she ever divorce. Wishful thinking but good luck to her. Enjoy the video and jerk on it for her please

Happy international womens day!

Wrecking Balls
I
“Miley we’re ready for you now.” an intern piped as she leaned into Miley’s changing room. “Ok gimmie a minute.” She said as she pulled down her white tank top and adjusted her breasts. She briefly pushed them together just so she could see them jiggle back into place. She turned and exited the dressing room. The intern turned and began briskly walking down the hall. “Hold up.” Miley raised her voice. “Why are you in such a rush?” the intern snapped back around. “Oh I’m sorry Miley. It’s just my first day on set for real and it’s all just going to my head. I’m just so nerv-“Miley cut her off “child, calm down. There is nothing to be all worried about.” She slowly walked up to the intern and gave her a warm embrace. The intern immediately felt safe in Miley’s arms. It was the first reprieve of the constant barrage of orders she had been receiving. Miley slowly moved her hands lower following the curve of the intern’s silhouette. “You are gorgeous” Miley whispered. Miley held the embrace and slowly let go of the intern. They continued their walk until they reached a door that was unmarked. “Here we are. They said to take you here. Do you want me to wait outside?” “No, it’s alright. This is personal. Take a break, take a chill pill, meditate do something.” Miley smirked. “And don’t keep all those emotions pent up it’ll rip you apart.” The intern smiled nodded and walked off contemplating what Miley could possibly be doing in there. She already had her hair and makeup, and was already in her clothes for the video. She was wearing a robe oddly enough; maybe she was getting a massage. She did seem oddly calm. The intern decided that must be it and walked to the set and awaited Miley’s approach.
II
“Let’s see what we’re working with sweetheart” Rolando said as he pointed his dainty hand at Miley’s crotch. “Rolando you know what I’m working with you say this every shoot. It’s just not funny anymore.” “You always thought it was funny before…” “I’m just tired of fucking hiding. I just want to do me.” Miley casually tossed the robe on the chair and pulled her white panties to the floor. The Panties were specially made for Miley they appeared to be soft cotton but instead had a plastic piece that covered her pelvis and went down in between her legs. To help further hide Miley’s bulge. “I know ya do sweetie but you are yourself. Everyone comes out when they’re ready. Try to think about the shoot. You’ve been excited for this for a long time.” Rolando sat down on his stool and marveled at Miley. No matter how many shoots he worked with her he was always amazed at Miley’s massive cock. “You just gonna stare at it?” Miley said as she grabbed a handful and shook it at Rolando. He snapped out of it and went to work. He took Miley’s soft velvety penis in his hands and pulled it down through Miley’s legs. He applied the adhesive and stuck it between her tight ass cheeks. He finally applied a layer of flesh colored tape specifically ordered to match her skin tone. “God my balls always hurt when we do this. I’m the twerk queen and no one knows it hurts my balls like a bitch.” Miley reached behind and felt her cock pulled tight and patted the tape down. She pulled up her panties. “Let’s do this bitch.”

Kris Williams from ghost hunters/ghost hunters international x-ray.

Many criminal cases, even when investigated by the most
experienced and best qualified investigators, are ultimately
solved by an admission or confession from the person responsible
for committing the crime. Oftentimes, investigators are able to
secure only a minimal amount of evidence, be it physical or
circumstantial, that points directly to a suspect, and in many
instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

Frat accused of asking: Who do you want to rape?

http://news.yahoo.com/frat-accused-asking-want-rape-193558108.html

A student reported the questionnaire to school officials over the weekend, school officials said, leading both the university and the national Sigma Phi Epsilon organization to suspend the chapter temporarily. The school is investigating how widely the survey was circulated, and the campus police department is trying to determine if any crimes have been committed.

The survey question was "incredibly offensive and inappropriate," said Annie Stevens, the university's associate vice p******** for student and campus life.

University officials contacted the national fraternity, which said Wednesday that it has instructed the chapter to cease all operation, pending further investigation.

"Sigma Phi Epsilon and its leadership programs are built on the concept of respect for both self and others. Any behavior that demeans women is not tolerated," it said. A national representative arrived in Burlington on Tuesday and was interviewing chapter members as part of an internal investigation, said Brian Warren, executive director.

Sigma Phi Epsilon has over 15,000 undergraduates in 240 chapters, making it one of the largest fraternities in the country. Its mission is "building balanced men" by having members embrace the principles of virtue, diligence, brotherly love and committing to the practice of sound mind and sound body, according to the fraternity's website.

A Burlington feminist organization named FED UP Vermont and other groups posted an online petition seeking to shut down the fraternity chapter. By Wednesday afternoon, it had more than 1,500 signatures. Organizers planned a news conference to speak out against "rape culture and sexism" Thursday afternoon on the steps of the university library.

"An institution that discusses who it wants to rape has no place at UVM or in the Burlington community," the group said.

"When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty."
� Thomas Jefferson

any nudes, videos, or stories of international students? Preferably videos or stories of them being fucked.

Looking for authentic internal ejaculation (aka cream pie) videos on here. I seen one a while back where a girls licks the cum out of another girls snatch straight after the dude cummed in her. I'm having difficulty finding it.

Would anyone know of this video or any other video vaguely similar.....

I met a woman on craigslist who was probably twice my age, we fucked when her kids weren't home, and I even fucked her in her daughter's bed. I visit her most weekends pretty regularly

Her daughter goes to my school, and I recognized her from pictures in the house. I started flirting with her and long story short, I'm dating this girl now, and when she took me home to meet mommy, I could see her internally panic. Obviously this is a very unique position, I'm thinking of blackmailing the mom with it to get her to do nastier stuff. Any suggestions?

Has anyone tried to get into imagefap lately ?????????
I am just getting HTTP 500 Internal Server Error message

FAO anyone who knows about computers

A member here can't access the site due to a 'http 500 - internal server error'. Anyone know a way to fix this? We've tried using a different browser but no luck.