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Britney is sleeping over at Kim's, SNL announces a Cher/Ariana Gay Superbowl, and Chris gives some of his BravoCon Highlights in this week's Pre-Fixe. Then, Dame Erin Bagwell returns with her husband and Gatto Black frontman Sal Mastrocola to fix Jim Carrey. They discuss his many iconic movie roles (Ace Ventura, Liar Liar, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind) and his recent attempts to come back to the big and small screen.You can find Erin at @erin.bagwell, her podcast Under The Moon Gate here, with Patreon and Substack as well.You can find Sal at @gattoblk and listen to his new album SKY IS BLUE here.You can find Dom at dommentary.com.You can find Chris at @thechrisderosa.Follow the show at @fixingfamouspeople and on YouTube.Subscribe to the Patreon Fixing Bonus People here.You can GIFT the Patreon to someone here.And listen to FREE Examples of the Patreon Bonus Content here!Or Subscribe to A La Carte Episodes in the Apple Podcast App.Pre-Fixe Ends Around 52:00.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

TVC 714.4: Part 2 of a conversation that began last week with Louise Sorel (Days of Our Lives, Santa Barbara). Louise's new book, If There Were No Dogs: Musings and Mutterings, is a collection of prose pieces and poems drawn from her life, childhood, and career that reveals how Louise navigated a sometimes difficult childhood with emotionally distant parents by discovering the theatre at a young age and through her lifelong love of animals. Topics this segment include the surreal, almost sitcom-like way in which she first met Dame Judith Anderson, one of her co-stars on Santa Barbara (and an accomplished stage actress who was one of Louise's idols long before Santa Barbara); how the works of Shakespeare become easier to understand once you realize that The Bard wrote in language that actors could perform; plus Louise shares a few memories of her marriage to actor Herb Edelman. If There Were No Dogs is available wherever books are sold online through Book Baby and Amazon.com.

We have a lot of College Football Playoff talk on today's show. How much of Notre Dame's CFP destiny is in its own control? We finish the first hour with Shamrock Up/Shamrock Down and talk Jeremiyah Love's Heisman hopes and more in Rapid Fire.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We have plenty of thoughts on the Notre Dame - Pittsburgh game as well as comments from Notre Dame football coach Marcus Freeman on Pitt head coach Pat Narduzzi's late timeout call as well as a handful of Irish players. There's more in Rapid Fire!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Estudio Sistemático de la Biblia LECCIÓN 8__Gigantes de la fe: Josué y Caleb. Tema de hoy, Dame ese monte. Si Dios ha puesto en ti el deseo de apoyar este ministerio, y ofrecer tu patrocinio de acuerdo a tus posibilidades, puedes contactarnos de manera directa vía WhatsApp o mensaje de texto a: +1 484-838-8989. Ese número es de hecho el contacto para cualquier transacción dentro o fuera de Estados Unidos (Zelle, Western Union, o PayPal), más estos datos:: Omar Patricio Medina Grullon Ciudad: Madison Estado: Wisconsin. ¡Hay paz! Omar Medina Ministerio Audios de Bendición «El oído es el camino al corazón»

Au Cœur de l'Histoire est un podcast Europe 1. - Auteur et présentation : Jean des Cars - Production : Timothée Magot - Réalisation : Jean-François Bussière  - Diffusion et édition : Clémence Olivier, Salomé Journo et Clara Ménard Ressources bibliographiques :  - François Farges (Direction Scientifique), Pierres Précieuses, catalogue de l' exposition (Van Cleef & Arpels – Flammarion, 2020) - Alessandro Barbero, La bataille des trois empires, Lépante, 1571 (Traduit de l' italien par Patricia Farazzi et Michel Valensi, collection Champs, Flammarion, 2014) - Diane Ribardière, La princesse des Ursins, Dame de fer et de velours (Perrin, 1988 et 1998)   Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Au Cœur de l'Histoire est un podcast Europe 1. - Auteur et présentation : Jean des Cars - Production : Timothée Magot - Réalisation : Jean-François Bussière  - Diffusion et édition : Clémence Olivier, Salomé Journo et Clara Ménard Ressources bibliographiques :  - François Farges (Direction Scientifique), Pierres Précieuses, catalogue de l' exposition (Van Cleef & Arpels – Flammarion, 2020) - Alessandro Barbero, La bataille des trois empires, Lépante, 1571 (Traduit de l' italien par Patricia Farazzi et Michel Valensi, collection Champs, Flammarion, 2014) - Diane Ribardière, La princesse des Ursins, Dame de fer et de velours (Perrin, 1988 et 1998)   Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En 1949, à Loudun dans la Vienne, Marie Besnard est accusée d'avoir empoisonné son mari et 12 autres personnes de son entourage et de sa famille. Deux procès successifs sont reportés en raison de la piètre qualité des expertises toxicologiques. Il faut attendre 7 ans, avant qu'un nouveau procès soit organisé.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En 1949, à Loudun dans la Vienne, Marie Besnard est accusée d'avoir empoisonné son mari et 12 autres personnes de son entourage et de sa famille. Deux procès successifs sont reportés en raison de la piètre qualité des expertises toxicologiques. Il faut attendre 7 ans, avant qu'un nouveau procès soit organisé.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2 The Women of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Discrete Services. "Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?" "Yes, Todd." "I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!" "True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time." As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet. Management Appreciation. "God, Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I said playfully. "Would you, Todd? That would be so nice." I fucked her from behind as she cooed encouragement. "Oh, that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes." Despite the vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back, it was covered in her wetness. "Spank me, Todd." "What?" "Spank me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm." I did and she swore. "Harder!" I smacked her and she yelped. "Yes! That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit." This felt incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the stimulation was going to make me cum. "I'm going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!" She turned and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time. We showered, put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful. The next morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror. Looking at her image she laughed. "God, that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it so!" She washed her face and shooed me off. A little later as we ate breakfast she said, "You and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening." "Why?" Sue's Asian Erotics. "You have another client coming over." "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raising. That afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room. "Good! You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is Sue." I noticed she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd." Sue looked at me and smiled, "Hello Todd." I smiled, "Hello." Sue was Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back. Sue was probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress. "Yes, I believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;" "Of course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has far too much to lose." Sue nodded and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my neck. "Okay Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do. Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop immediately. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it." "Yes." Nervously I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in. Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, I began to strip. It wasn't until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke. "Olivia was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling cock. I moaned as she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my hands under her camisole but she pushed them away. "Not yet!" "Okay, no rush." I said and she backed away. "You know what to do? What I want?" "Yes, Mrs. Bateman explained." She closed her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, begin." I rose from the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck. Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered. "I want you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;" Sue muttered something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her breasts. My right then slid down into her panties. She said something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away. I leaned into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds. She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate her for another minute or two. Slipping my hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head. I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto her thighs.     Then, very slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed her lips she didn't resist. She didn't participate in the kiss, she merely allowed it. My hands, as they rose from her hips slid under her camisole and it lifted. She tried to back away but was against the wall. As my hands reached her armpits I lifted her arms over her head, the camisole following, her breasts exposed as the silk covered her face. Sue was petite and her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples seemed abnormally large in comparison and were stiff and erect in the center of small, dark red areola. I lowered my head and covered them in kisses. Sue continued to mutter in Japanese as I held her arms up. My kisses then roamed higher, up her throat. I kissed her mouth again, shielded by the silk. This time she hesitated then participated in the kiss, her lips moving with mine. I began to slide my hands higher carrying the camisole over her head ever so slowly. I stopped with the silk covering her eyes but our lips met. The kiss was longer and deeper and ever so slowly she seemed to yield more and more. I now had a raging hard on and wanted her badly. I lifted the camisole higher and she pulled her arms free, immediately covering her breasts. I scooped her up and spun, dropping her on the bed. Before she could react, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off. She clamped her legs together with one hand over her pussy, the other arm over her breasts. Sue was pleading in Japanese as I grasped her knees and forced her legs open. I peeled her hand away and kissed her dark furred mound, then nuzzled my way down to her wet folds. And Sue was wet. Very wet. As my tongue worked its way in between her lips to lap her juices, Sue moaned loudly. I forced myself to slow down and remember my lessons. I focused on exploring her pussy, ignoring her clitoris. I licked her slit from bottom to top and teased her by trying to thrust my tongue into her. Sue had one hand on my head as if to push me away, though she didn't try very hard. She continued to mutter and mumble and even squeeze with her legs as I caressed her thighs and hips. Finally she ceased altogether as I brought her clitoris into play. Her moans grew louder and her hips started rocking. I waited until she seemed really close and then started sucking on her clit, and flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Sue started babbling and pawing at my head with both hands. Then her legs began to tremble and quiver, she thrust her hips upwards and cried out. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Ah!" She tensed up, her body rigid yet her muscles trembling, then collapsed. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip between her lips. Sue's eyes flew open. "Dame, dame, dame!" she begged. I thrust into her and we both cried out. Damn she was tight. Soaking wet but tight. I pulled back and thrust again. Again Sue cried out, I pulled back and thrust again and again and again as she cried and squeezed her breasts. As I thrust faster and faster she panted, the first words in English since we started. "Too much! Oh god! Too much, too much! Oh god!" I was afraid she was about to stop me but she didn't. Instead she grasped my right hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't expect this and, confused, I slowed down. Sure reached up and grabbed me by the throat with both hands. "Fuck me!" she whispered then uttered a stream of harsh sounding Japanese. Okay, well if this is what she wants; I thrust harder and faster and her grip weakened and then failed. I forcibly kissed her without any reaction from her. I was pounding her pussy and she was wailing and crying. She didn't say anything but suddenly I felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my cock. It was like a fist was squeezing it. I exploded, my cum spurting out and filling her. After what seemed ages, she went limp. I sat up and as I pulled out, a flood of cum flowed out and down. I watched it for a moment then lay down next to her. After a few minutes she stirred. Her hands explored her body, down to her pussy. She rolled to face me. Scooting close she whispered in my ear. "That was incredible; But I have one more favor to ask." "What's that?" "To conclude my fantasy, I need you to bathe with me." Okay... The guest bedroom we were using had its own full bath which included a big tub. Sue and I bathed together and even fucked again, albeit nice and slow. She dressed and then paused at the door. Turning she cupped my face in her hand. "This; was very important to me. I cannot explain why. Just know you have pleased me. Greatly. I will not be back; but I am happy to have had this; affair. Goodbye Todd." She handed me a thick envelope and left. I waited a minute and then dressed and went downstairs. Mrs. Bateman was sitting at the kitchen table. "She said you were perfect. She said she was happy, satisfied and sore." "What was all that about?" I asked. "I believe she was exorcising a demon from her past." Mrs. Bateman replied. "Something she wanted to revisit." "Well it sure was different." "Tell me everything, Todd, and while you do I'll fix you some dinner." Later I dashed home for Mom's 9PM call and then went back to Mrs. Bateman's. We slept together but didn't fuck. She did end up giving me a great blow job before I fell asleep. Mammary Mary. The next couple of days were spent working on her rent house for a few hours and then after dinner, fucking. She showed me new positions and taught me different techniques. We also worked on my foreplay and oral skills. My next client came on Wednesday. I was introduced to an older woman named Mary. She looked me over and, nodding, handed an envelope to Mrs. Bateman. Instead of preceding me up to the room, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Mary was older than anyone I had considered having sex with. She was easily fifty or fifty five. But when she dropped her dress I saw only a very sexy woman. Mary stood 5'7" in her high heels, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and an amazing figure. She stood there facing me in black stockings, panties, garter belt and bra. As she strutted across the room to me her eyes never left mine. I felt like she was stalking me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first kiss was about five or six seconds, the second was much longer and open mouthed. Then came tongue, but not closed mouthed French kissing. Rather it was open mouthed, her tongue teasing and enticing, dancing just out of reach. She laughed and reached down to rub my crotch. Grabbing my belt she pulled me to the bed. Mary sat and unfastened my belt and jeans then tugged them down, along with my underwear. She toyed with my swelling cock, looked up at me and smiled. She paused to remove her bra. Her tits were probably D cups but sagged, her nipples pointing downward more. Her areola were so pale they were almost invisible but her nipples were nice and long. She still said nothing at all but started stroking my cock. She had magic hands. I'd never felt anyone milk my cock like she was. Mary had a technique that was incredible and in no time I was ready to cum. I warned her that I was close, but she just smiled. "Come on then! Give it to me! Give it to me!" I grunted and came, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her chest and tits. Mary continued to milk my cock until the last drop was deposited on her skin. She stood up and stepped over to the mirror on the dresser. She stood there, admiring her image and smiling for a moment then did something totally surprising. She reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I recognized it as a Rolleiflex. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "Yes, my Dad has one." "Do you know how to use it?" "Sure;" "Good," she handed it to me. "Take a few pictures of my spunk covered titties." I opened the camera, took a couple, then suggested she lie on the bed and adjusted the lamp to a better angle and took a few more. She then began to run her fingers through the cum, and told me to take more pictures as she played with it. Finally she pulled her panties off and had me take a couple of photos of her pussy. Now her pussy was crowned with short, dark hair but her pussy itself was almost bare, covered only by a little fuzz and her lips were long and dark. I took a few photos and tried to get really close, but the camera wouldn't focus really close. She sat up and took the camera and placed it back in her bag. She turned and pointed to the bed. I laid down and she squatted and sat on my face, gripping the headboard. I tasted her, she wasn't as sweet as Diane but okay. I went to work and as I did she proceeded to hum. Soon she was rocking her hips a bit, then more and more. She was at last producing a fair quantity of fluids and paused to finger herself.     Satisfied, she scooted down until she was over my cock, grasped it and inserted it. She short-stroked a few times until everything was good and wet and then started taking it all the way in long, slow strokes. She seemed to really like it slow and, well, what the heck? It was sex after all. So what if she was older with weird habits and tastes? I relaxed and savored the feeling of her slow ride as I caressed and squeezed her tits. "You have such a nice cock, Todd," she said and sighed as she took it all. "So nice. You like my titties? Everyone does. Go ahead and suck on them, suck hard, I don't mind. In fact I want you to suck on them till it hurts. Yes; now the other one; oh; yes; Would it shock you to know that I like it rough? That I like a little pain?" As I sucked on her tit I spanked her. Mary yelped then grinned. "Yes, please!" "Harder;" Smack. "Harder!" Whack! "Yes!" Whack! "More! Please!" Whack! Acting on impulse I grabbed her hips and rocked her forward onto her knees. With her weight off of me I started driving my cock in and out of her faster and faster. Mary's voice rose an octave or two. "Ah!" As I fucked her, my hands were squeezing her ass and I felt her puckered asshole beneath my middle finger. I pushed on it. "Oh My God! Yes! Yes! Do It!" she cried out. I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her to my first knuckle. "Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god;" she moaned. "Spank me! Bite me! Fuck me!" I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and bit down, albeit lightly, just enough for her to feel my teeth, as I spanked her with my left hand. She yelped and jerked and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. I could feel my dick sliding in and out I pressed down towards it. ""Oh God! Gah!" she screamed and climaxed. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes. Soon she collapsed on top of me and sobbed. A few minutes passed and she regained her composure. My cock had slipped from her and slowly she rolled off and lay next to me. I rose on one elbow and brushed the hair from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes were red. She sniffed and smiled. "Yes." She sighed and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I owe you an explanation;" "No. Not at all." I answered. "I want to please you and that means doing whatever you want." Mary stared at me as if I had grown horns or turned blue. She blinked a few times and shook her head. "I don't believe it. I-I thought you wanted to fuck and cum like all young guys. No one has ever been focused on me, on my wants. That's why I decided to hire a lover. But I still expected you to want to finish;" "Oh, I do. If you want to, that is. But if you get dressed and leave right now, that's okay too. I won't starve for sex." Mary smiled and touched my cock. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snuggled in close and was quiet for a minute. "Todd, if you're really telling the truth about pleasing me; Well, there is something I want to do." "Okay; What is it?" Mary got up and rummaged in her bag. She came back to the bed with her camera and a bottle of lube. "I want you to take a photo of my pussy with your cock in it." "Um; okay." "I have my own darkroom and develop all my photos myself. These photos allow me to uh; pleasure myself when I'm without a lover." Mary laid down and I played with her pussy. She encouraged me to use some lube and it did help. Then after fucking her for a minute or two, I sat up and took the photos as she'd instructed. A few with my cock all the way in, a few with it barely in, and a few with it out, just touching her lips. Mary took the camera and set it aside. She caressed and squeezed her breasts, smiling at me. "Okay, dear boy, you've been so patient and understanding. I owe you a good time. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, just as long as you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, filling me with your hot spunk!" I grinned and leaned forward and picked up speed. Mary was kissing me and encouraging me. "Oh that's so good! Yes! Oh god, what a good fuck! Go on Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I kissed her then whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? Is it good?" "Yes!" she responded. "Are you going to climax again?" "I; I don't know;" "I want you to climax again. I want to feel you climax as I fuck you." She was quiet for a moment. "Mary, you said everyone loves your titties;" "Yes!" "Do you?" "Yes!" "Show me. Suck on them!" I rose up as she gathered her titties and began to suck on first one and then the other. I grabbed her ankles and held them up as I thrust in and out. I watched her suck and squeeze them and felt myself getting close. I drove my cock in deep and hard and held it as I came. Confined as it was, my cock struggled to spurt forth its load. With the thrust and first spurt Mary gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" We stared into each other's eyes as we climaxed. It was amazing. When I'd finished and got up, Mary lay there for a minute. When she finally sat up she was smiling. "That was great, Todd." she touched my cheek gently. "You are really an amazing young man and a great lover." She stood and walked into the bathroom. "Can I see you again?" she asked, turning to face me. I looked her over. "Maybe;" I said grinning. "Answer a few questions first." Mary stepped into the bedroom and stood facing me. "Okay." "How old are you?" "Fifty-six." "What is your bra size?" "Thirty-six double D." "Did you really like it when I fingered your ass?" "Yes, absolutely. It was wild, out of bounds, scary and exciting all at once." "Mrs. Bateman says that some women like to have anal sex, especially when on their monthly; Have you tried it?" Mary bit her lip. "No; but I've thought about it." "You want to try?" "Now?" "Sure! Why not?" Mary bit her lip and shook her head. "No; I don't think I could take it. Maybe someday, but not right now." "Okay, fair enough. One last question." "Really? Oh, okay." "What do you want to do next time?" "Oh! You!" she exclaimed and threw herself on me. Mary held me down and smothered me with kisses and smashed her big titties in my face. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I really, really needed to pee and decided to slip on my clothes and go to the master bedroom and bath. When I'd finished, Mary had gone. Mrs. Bateman handed me the envelope. I tore it open. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Holy cow! "She said you were incredible. She wants to come back in two weeks and said you'd earned a tip." Mrs. Bateman handed me another one-hundred dollar bill and kissed me. "I am proud of you Todd. You are becoming a great lover for one so new at it all. Now, I'll bet you have worked up an appetite. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it while I fix you a steak." Sadly though, my parents returned from their vacation and although I was able to find ways to meet my clients, it became very awkward at home. Dad was clueless but I think Mom suspected something was going on. But by the end of that summer I had been able to make love to seven different women, five of them multiple times. I reluctantly packed my bags and went off to college. I settled into the dorm life and tried to focus on adjusting to this new life and new challenges. Classes were not as bad as I'd feared and the only real issue was my roommate. I just didn't like having a roommate at all. Due to my wild summer, I didn't feel the need to chase girls, and that allowed me to relax. For a while. One evening in early December, as I was walking from the Library to my dorm, I saw a brown '73 Caddie, Coupe de Ville idling in the parking lot. As I neared, the door opened and Mrs. Bateman got out. I met her and she hugged and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well two things, first my bed is empty and my pussy is lonely. I want you, Todd. I want you to fuck me all night long; and leave me exhausted, and sore." "I would love that, but I can't take you into my dorm;" "That's why I rented a hotel room." she replied. "Okay, let's go!" I said eagerly. We got in her car; and as she drove, I asked, "What was the second reason for your coming out here?" Mrs. Bateman grinned. "Well, I am trading my home for a nice big house out here. I haven't moved yet, but when I do, I was wondering if you would like to set up a room there?" I smiled. "Well, I might set up a room to entertain guests, but I'd rather spend most of my time in the Master Bedroom." Mrs. Bateman grinned evilly at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'd also like for you to call me Olivia." Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2 The Women of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Discrete Services. "Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?" "Yes, Todd." "I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!" "True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time." As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet. Management Appreciation. "God, Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I said playfully. "Would you, Todd? That would be so nice." I fucked her from behind as she cooed encouragement. "Oh, that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes." Despite the vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back, it was covered in her wetness. "Spank me, Todd." "What?" "Spank me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm." I did and she swore. "Harder!" I smacked her and she yelped. "Yes! That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit." This felt incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the stimulation was going to make me cum. "I'm going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!" She turned and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time. We showered, put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful. The next morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror. Looking at her image she laughed. "God, that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it so!" She washed her face and shooed me off. A little later as we ate breakfast she said, "You and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening." "Why?" Sue's Asian Erotics. "You have another client coming over." "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raising. That afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room. "Good! You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is Sue." I noticed she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd." Sue looked at me and smiled, "Hello Todd." I smiled, "Hello." Sue was Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back. Sue was probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress. "Yes, I believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;" "Of course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has far too much to lose." Sue nodded and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my neck. "Okay Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do. Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop immediately. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it." "Yes." Nervously I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in. Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, I began to strip. It wasn't until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke. "Olivia was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling cock. I moaned as she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my hands under her camisole but she pushed them away. "Not yet!" "Okay, no rush." I said and she backed away. "You know what to do? What I want?" "Yes, Mrs. Bateman explained." She closed her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, begin." I rose from the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck. Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered. "I want you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;" Sue muttered something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her breasts. My right then slid down into her panties. She said something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away. I leaned into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds. She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate her for another minute or two. Slipping my hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head. I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto her thighs.     Then, very slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed her lips she didn't resist. She didn't participate in the kiss, she merely allowed it. My hands, as they rose from her hips slid under her camisole and it lifted. She tried to back away but was against the wall. As my hands reached her armpits I lifted her arms over her head, the camisole following, her breasts exposed as the silk covered her face. Sue was petite and her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples seemed abnormally large in comparison and were stiff and erect in the center of small, dark red areola. I lowered my head and covered them in kisses. Sue continued to mutter in Japanese as I held her arms up. My kisses then roamed higher, up her throat. I kissed her mouth again, shielded by the silk. This time she hesitated then participated in the kiss, her lips moving with mine. I began to slide my hands higher carrying the camisole over her head ever so slowly. I stopped with the silk covering her eyes but our lips met. The kiss was longer and deeper and ever so slowly she seemed to yield more and more. I now had a raging hard on and wanted her badly. I lifted the camisole higher and she pulled her arms free, immediately covering her breasts. I scooped her up and spun, dropping her on the bed. Before she could react, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off. She clamped her legs together with one hand over her pussy, the other arm over her breasts. Sue was pleading in Japanese as I grasped her knees and forced her legs open. I peeled her hand away and kissed her dark furred mound, then nuzzled my way down to her wet folds. And Sue was wet. Very wet. As my tongue worked its way in between her lips to lap her juices, Sue moaned loudly. I forced myself to slow down and remember my lessons. I focused on exploring her pussy, ignoring her clitoris. I licked her slit from bottom to top and teased her by trying to thrust my tongue into her. Sue had one hand on my head as if to push me away, though she didn't try very hard. She continued to mutter and mumble and even squeeze with her legs as I caressed her thighs and hips. Finally she ceased altogether as I brought her clitoris into play. Her moans grew louder and her hips started rocking. I waited until she seemed really close and then started sucking on her clit, and flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Sue started babbling and pawing at my head with both hands. Then her legs began to tremble and quiver, she thrust her hips upwards and cried out. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Ah!" She tensed up, her body rigid yet her muscles trembling, then collapsed. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip between her lips. Sue's eyes flew open. "Dame, dame, dame!" she begged. I thrust into her and we both cried out. Damn she was tight. Soaking wet but tight. I pulled back and thrust again. Again Sue cried out, I pulled back and thrust again and again and again as she cried and squeezed her breasts. As I thrust faster and faster she panted, the first words in English since we started. "Too much! Oh god! Too much, too much! Oh god!" I was afraid she was about to stop me but she didn't. Instead she grasped my right hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't expect this and, confused, I slowed down. Sure reached up and grabbed me by the throat with both hands. "Fuck me!" she whispered then uttered a stream of harsh sounding Japanese. Okay, well if this is what she wants; I thrust harder and faster and her grip weakened and then failed. I forcibly kissed her without any reaction from her. I was pounding her pussy and she was wailing and crying. She didn't say anything but suddenly I felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my cock. It was like a fist was squeezing it. I exploded, my cum spurting out and filling her. After what seemed ages, she went limp. I sat up and as I pulled out, a flood of cum flowed out and down. I watched it for a moment then lay down next to her. After a few minutes she stirred. Her hands explored her body, down to her pussy. She rolled to face me. Scooting close she whispered in my ear. "That was incredible; But I have one more favor to ask." "What's that?" "To conclude my fantasy, I need you to bathe with me." Okay... The guest bedroom we were using had its own full bath which included a big tub. Sue and I bathed together and even fucked again, albeit nice and slow. She dressed and then paused at the door. Turning she cupped my face in her hand. "This; was very important to me. I cannot explain why. Just know you have pleased me. Greatly. I will not be back; but I am happy to have had this; affair. Goodbye Todd." She handed me a thick envelope and left. I waited a minute and then dressed and went downstairs. Mrs. Bateman was sitting at the kitchen table. "She said you were perfect. She said she was happy, satisfied and sore." "What was all that about?" I asked. "I believe she was exorcising a demon from her past." Mrs. Bateman replied. "Something she wanted to revisit." "Well it sure was different." "Tell me everything, Todd, and while you do I'll fix you some dinner." Later I dashed home for Mom's 9PM call and then went back to Mrs. Bateman's. We slept together but didn't fuck. She did end up giving me a great blow job before I fell asleep. Mammary Mary. The next couple of days were spent working on her rent house for a few hours and then after dinner, fucking. She showed me new positions and taught me different techniques. We also worked on my foreplay and oral skills. My next client came on Wednesday. I was introduced to an older woman named Mary. She looked me over and, nodding, handed an envelope to Mrs. Bateman. Instead of preceding me up to the room, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Mary was older than anyone I had considered having sex with. She was easily fifty or fifty five. But when she dropped her dress I saw only a very sexy woman. Mary stood 5'7" in her high heels, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and an amazing figure. She stood there facing me in black stockings, panties, garter belt and bra. As she strutted across the room to me her eyes never left mine. I felt like she was stalking me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first kiss was about five or six seconds, the second was much longer and open mouthed. Then came tongue, but not closed mouthed French kissing. Rather it was open mouthed, her tongue teasing and enticing, dancing just out of reach. She laughed and reached down to rub my crotch. Grabbing my belt she pulled me to the bed. Mary sat and unfastened my belt and jeans then tugged them down, along with my underwear. She toyed with my swelling cock, looked up at me and smiled. She paused to remove her bra. Her tits were probably D cups but sagged, her nipples pointing downward more. Her areola were so pale they were almost invisible but her nipples were nice and long. She still said nothing at all but started stroking my cock. She had magic hands. I'd never felt anyone milk my cock like she was. Mary had a technique that was incredible and in no time I was ready to cum. I warned her that I was close, but she just smiled. "Come on then! Give it to me! Give it to me!" I grunted and came, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her chest and tits. Mary continued to milk my cock until the last drop was deposited on her skin. She stood up and stepped over to the mirror on the dresser. She stood there, admiring her image and smiling for a moment then did something totally surprising. She reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I recognized it as a Rolleiflex. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "Yes, my Dad has one." "Do you know how to use it?" "Sure;" "Good," she handed it to me. "Take a few pictures of my spunk covered titties." I opened the camera, took a couple, then suggested she lie on the bed and adjusted the lamp to a better angle and took a few more. She then began to run her fingers through the cum, and told me to take more pictures as she played with it. Finally she pulled her panties off and had me take a couple of photos of her pussy. Now her pussy was crowned with short, dark hair but her pussy itself was almost bare, covered only by a little fuzz and her lips were long and dark. I took a few photos and tried to get really close, but the camera wouldn't focus really close. She sat up and took the camera and placed it back in her bag. She turned and pointed to the bed. I laid down and she squatted and sat on my face, gripping the headboard. I tasted her, she wasn't as sweet as Diane but okay. I went to work and as I did she proceeded to hum. Soon she was rocking her hips a bit, then more and more. She was at last producing a fair quantity of fluids and paused to finger herself.     Satisfied, she scooted down until she was over my cock, grasped it and inserted it. She short-stroked a few times until everything was good and wet and then started taking it all the way in long, slow strokes. She seemed to really like it slow and, well, what the heck? It was sex after all. So what if she was older with weird habits and tastes? I relaxed and savored the feeling of her slow ride as I caressed and squeezed her tits. "You have such a nice cock, Todd," she said and sighed as she took it all. "So nice. You like my titties? Everyone does. Go ahead and suck on them, suck hard, I don't mind. In fact I want you to suck on them till it hurts. Yes; now the other one; oh; yes; Would it shock you to know that I like it rough? That I like a little pain?" As I sucked on her tit I spanked her. Mary yelped then grinned. "Yes, please!" "Harder;" Smack. "Harder!" Whack! "Yes!" Whack! "More! Please!" Whack! Acting on impulse I grabbed her hips and rocked her forward onto her knees. With her weight off of me I started driving my cock in and out of her faster and faster. Mary's voice rose an octave or two. "Ah!" As I fucked her, my hands were squeezing her ass and I felt her puckered asshole beneath my middle finger. I pushed on it. "Oh My God! Yes! Yes! Do It!" she cried out. I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her to my first knuckle. "Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god;" she moaned. "Spank me! Bite me! Fuck me!" I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and bit down, albeit lightly, just enough for her to feel my teeth, as I spanked her with my left hand. She yelped and jerked and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. I could feel my dick sliding in and out I pressed down towards it. ""Oh God! Gah!" she screamed and climaxed. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes. Soon she collapsed on top of me and sobbed. A few minutes passed and she regained her composure. My cock had slipped from her and slowly she rolled off and lay next to me. I rose on one elbow and brushed the hair from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes were red. She sniffed and smiled. "Yes." She sighed and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I owe you an explanation;" "No. Not at all." I answered. "I want to please you and that means doing whatever you want." Mary stared at me as if I had grown horns or turned blue. She blinked a few times and shook her head. "I don't believe it. I-I thought you wanted to fuck and cum like all young guys. No one has ever been focused on me, on my wants. That's why I decided to hire a lover. But I still expected you to want to finish;" "Oh, I do. If you want to, that is. But if you get dressed and leave right now, that's okay too. I won't starve for sex." Mary smiled and touched my cock. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snuggled in close and was quiet for a minute. "Todd, if you're really telling the truth about pleasing me; Well, there is something I want to do." "Okay; What is it?" Mary got up and rummaged in her bag. She came back to the bed with her camera and a bottle of lube. "I want you to take a photo of my pussy with your cock in it." "Um; okay." "I have my own darkroom and develop all my photos myself. These photos allow me to uh; pleasure myself when I'm without a lover." Mary laid down and I played with her pussy. She encouraged me to use some lube and it did help. Then after fucking her for a minute or two, I sat up and took the photos as she'd instructed. A few with my cock all the way in, a few with it barely in, and a few with it out, just touching her lips. Mary took the camera and set it aside. She caressed and squeezed her breasts, smiling at me. "Okay, dear boy, you've been so patient and understanding. I owe you a good time. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, just as long as you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, filling me with your hot spunk!" I grinned and leaned forward and picked up speed. Mary was kissing me and encouraging me. "Oh that's so good! Yes! Oh god, what a good fuck! Go on Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I kissed her then whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? Is it good?" "Yes!" she responded. "Are you going to climax again?" "I; I don't know;" "I want you to climax again. I want to feel you climax as I fuck you." She was quiet for a moment. "Mary, you said everyone loves your titties;" "Yes!" "Do you?" "Yes!" "Show me. Suck on them!" I rose up as she gathered her titties and began to suck on first one and then the other. I grabbed her ankles and held them up as I thrust in and out. I watched her suck and squeeze them and felt myself getting close. I drove my cock in deep and hard and held it as I came. Confined as it was, my cock struggled to spurt forth its load. With the thrust and first spurt Mary gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" We stared into each other's eyes as we climaxed. It was amazing. When I'd finished and got up, Mary lay there for a minute. When she finally sat up she was smiling. "That was great, Todd." she touched my cheek gently. "You are really an amazing young man and a great lover." She stood and walked into the bathroom. "Can I see you again?" she asked, turning to face me. I looked her over. "Maybe;" I said grinning. "Answer a few questions first." Mary stepped into the bedroom and stood facing me. "Okay." "How old are you?" "Fifty-six." "What is your bra size?" "Thirty-six double D." "Did you really like it when I fingered your ass?" "Yes, absolutely. It was wild, out of bounds, scary and exciting all at once." "Mrs. Bateman says that some women like to have anal sex, especially when on their monthly; Have you tried it?" Mary bit her lip. "No; but I've thought about it." "You want to try?" "Now?" "Sure! Why not?" Mary bit her lip and shook her head. "No; I don't think I could take it. Maybe someday, but not right now." "Okay, fair enough. One last question." "Really? Oh, okay." "What do you want to do next time?" "Oh! You!" she exclaimed and threw herself on me. Mary held me down and smothered me with kisses and smashed her big titties in my face. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I really, really needed to pee and decided to slip on my clothes and go to the master bedroom and bath. When I'd finished, Mary had gone. Mrs. Bateman handed me the envelope. I tore it open. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Holy cow! "She said you were incredible. She wants to come back in two weeks and said you'd earned a tip." Mrs. Bateman handed me another one-hundred dollar bill and kissed me. "I am proud of you Todd. You are becoming a great lover for one so new at it all. Now, I'll bet you have worked up an appetite. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it while I fix you a steak." Sadly though, my parents returned from their vacation and although I was able to find ways to meet my clients, it became very awkward at home. Dad was clueless but I think Mom suspected something was going on. But by the end of that summer I had been able to make love to seven different women, five of them multiple times. I reluctantly packed my bags and went off to college. I settled into the dorm life and tried to focus on adjusting to this new life and new challenges. Classes were not as bad as I'd feared and the only real issue was my roommate. I just didn't like having a roommate at all. Due to my wild summer, I didn't feel the need to chase girls, and that allowed me to relax. For a while. One evening in early December, as I was walking from the Library to my dorm, I saw a brown '73 Caddie, Coupe de Ville idling in the parking lot. As I neared, the door opened and Mrs. Bateman got out. I met her and she hugged and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well two things, first my bed is empty and my pussy is lonely. I want you, Todd. I want you to fuck me all night long; and leave me exhausted, and sore." "I would love that, but I can't take you into my dorm;" "That's why I rented a hotel room." she replied. "Okay, let's go!" I said eagerly. We got in her car; and as she drove, I asked, "What was the second reason for your coming out here?" Mrs. Bateman grinned. "Well, I am trading my home for a nice big house out here. I haven't moved yet, but when I do, I was wondering if you would like to set up a room there?" I smiled. "Well, I might set up a room to entertain guests, but I'd rather spend most of my time in the Master Bedroom." Mrs. Bateman grinned evilly at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'd also like for you to call me Olivia." Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

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Today's show features the latest end of week comments from Notre Dame head coach Marcus Freeman. He discusses how he addresses reports and rumors of interest in him for job openings with his team as well as quarterback CJ Carr and more. There's more in Rapid Fire as well!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Visita el Escondite, JULIÁN MORALES, experto en Heavy Metal y periodista musical y locutor en los tiempos de Metal 40 allá por los 90, para hacer un recorrido por la evolución de lo que Julián llama rock and roll auténtico desde los 70 hasta hoy, centrándonos en bandas y temas que marcaron el metal desde los 80 hasta la actualidad. Para comprobar que, cuando pensábamos que nunca saldría nada mejor, resulta que con el paso de los años cada vez salía algo más sorprendente. Y nos lo demuestra con: BLACK SABBATH - Iron Man - Paranoid AC/DC – Snowballed - For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) MARCYFUL FATE - A Dangerous Meeting - Don't Break The Oath DEF LEPPARD – Photograph - Pyromania DEEP PURPLE - Knocking at Your Back Door - Perfect Strangers METALLICA - The $5.98 E.P. + Garage Days - Last Caress/Green Hell FAITH NO MORE - Falling to Pieces - Live At The Brixton Academy PANTERA - Cowboys from Hell - Cowboys from Hell RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - Killing in the Name - Rage Against the Machine THERAPY? – Knives - Troublegum RAMMSTEIN - Du Hast - Sehnsucht SLIPKNOT - (Sic) - Slipknot DAWHOLEENCHILADA – Supersónica - El Diablo Gigante Mambo Massacre Show BABYMETAL - Ljime, Dame, Zettai - Live At Tokyo Dome

Gabriela Mistral fue una destacada poeta, diplomática y educadora chilena, nacida como Lucila Godoy Alcayaga el 7 de abril de 1889 en Vicuña, Chile, y fallecida el 10 de enero de 1957 en Hempstead, Nueva York, Estados Unidos. es reconocida por su poesía profundamente emotiva, centrada en temas como el amor, la maternidad, la muerte, la naturaleza y el dolor humano. Su primer gran reconocimiento llegó cuando ganó el primer premio en un concurso literario con el poemario Sonetos de la muerte en 1914.Entre sus obras más importantes se encuentran:Desolación (1922).Ternura (1924).Tala (1938).Lagar (1954). En 1945, Gabriela Mistral se convirtió en la primera mujer latinoamericana en recibir el Premio Nobel de Literatura, por su poesía “inspirada por poderosas emociones”, y por reflejar sus ideales humanitarios y su lucha por la justicia. Además de su carrera literaria, Mistral fue una ferviente defensora de la educación. Trabajó como maestra en Chile y luego colaboró con varios gobiernos latinoamericanos en la reforma de sus sistemas educativos. Desempeñó cargos diplomáticos en México, Estados Unidos, Brasil y otros países. Su legado permanece como símbolo de la literatura y la educación en América Latina. Su figura representa el compromiso social y la sensibilidad poética, y continúa influyendo en generaciones de escritores, especialmente mujeres.

Vince DeDario and Jesse Stires are in for Sean, who's covering Notre Dame women's basketball. They have the Midweek Mailbag as well as Rapid Fire on all things Notre Dame football.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Visita el Escondite, JULIÁN MORALES, experto en Heavy Metal y periodista musical y locutor en los tiempos de Metal 40 allá por los 90, para hacer un recorrido por la evolución de lo que Julián llama rock and roll auténtico desde los 70 hasta hoy, centrándonos en bandas y temas que marcaron el metal desde los 80 hasta la actualidad. Para comprobar que, cuando pensábamos que nunca saldría nada mejor, resulta que con el paso de los años cada vez salía algo más sorprendente. Y nos lo demuestra con: BLACK SABBATH - Iron Man - Paranoid AC/DC – Snowballed - For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) MARCYFUL FATE - A Dangerous Meeting - Don't Break The Oath DEF LEPPARD – Photograph - Pyromania DEEP PURPLE - Knocking at Your Back Door - Perfect Strangers METALLICA - The $5.98 E.P. + Garage Days - Last Caress/Green Hell FAITH NO MORE - Falling to Pieces - Live At The Brixton Academy PANTERA - Cowboys from Hell - Cowboys from Hell RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - Killing in the Name - Rage Against the Machine THERAPY? – Knives - Troublegum RAMMSTEIN - Du Hast - Sehnsucht SLIPKNOT - (Sic) - Slipknot DAWHOLEENCHILADA – Supersónica - El Diablo Gigante Mambo Massacre Show BABYMETAL - Ljime, Dame, Zettai - Live At Tokyo Dome

Today's show is our weekly stock check of Notre Dame football. We have comments from Marcus Freeman on CJ Carr and Irish receivers as well as more thoughts on Irish linebackers Jaiden Ausberry and Kynstonn Viliamu-Asa and more. We also react to comments from Pittsburgh head coach Pat Narduzzi. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today's show features comments from Notre Dame head coach Marcus Freeman on Jeremiyah Love's Heisman Trophy candidacy as well as a new update on wide receiver Jaden Greathouse's injury. We also discuss the comments from Texas Tech head coach Joey McGuire about Notre Dame's independence and more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In Margaret Atwood's 64-year career she has published world-renowned, prescient novels like The Handmaid's Tale, Cat's Eye, Alias Grace and Blind Assassin, and now a memoir. Margaret joins Nuala McGovern to discuss Book of Lives: A Memoir of Sorts and reflect on her life, her work and the power of knowing her own mind.Pornography featuring strangulation or suffocation - often called choking - is due to be criminalised across the UK as part of government plans to tackle violence against women and girls. It follows an independent review which found depictions of choking were "rife" on mainstream porn sites and had helped normalise the act among young people. Gemma Kelly, policy consultant on the review, and Professor Clare McGlynn, leading expert on VAWG and gender equality, discuss. The Mercury Prize-nominated singer-songwriter Cat Burns has also just released her new album, How to Be Human. She joins Nuala to discuss her new album and taking part in Celebrity Traitors. Writer and producer Nova Reid joins Anita Rani to talk about the late Dame Jocelyn Barrow, the race relations campaigner and the first black female governor of the BBC whose story Nova tells in her new podcast, Hidden Histories with Nova Reid. The interview includes a clip of Jocelyn from 2017 sharing her thoughts with The University of Law on what she considered to be the greatest improvements in diversity.Is having a boyfriend now embarrassing? Writer Chanté Joseph recently explored this idea in an article for Vogue and on social media, observing a noticeable shift in how people - particularly heterosexual women - present their relationships online. Instead of posting clear photos of their romantic partners, many are choosing subtler signals: a hand on a steering wheel, clinking glasses, or even blurring out faces in wedding pictures. But why the change? Anita hears more from Chante. A grande dame of musical theatre, Elaine Paige made her West End debut in the 1960s and shot to fame in 1978 playing Eva Perón in Evita, going on to star in Cats, Chess, Sunset Boulevard and many more. Elaine talks to Anita about her damehood, fostering the next generation of talent and having stage fright. Presenter: Anita Rani Producer: Dianne McGregor

====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1======a==============================================DEVOCIÓN   MATUTINA PARA ADULTOS 2025“CON JESÚS HOY”Narrado por: Exyomara AvilaDesde: Bogotá, ColombiaUna cortesía de DR'Ministries y Canaan Seventh-Day Adventist Church ===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================09 de NoviembreBajo sus alas«¡Cuántas veces quise juntar a tus hijos como la gallina junta sus polluelos debajo de sus alas, pero no quisiste!» (Mat. 23: 37).Mi vecino tiene, en un gran patio que compartimos, unas cuantas gallinas de una de las razas más pequeñas de Europa. Es interesante observarlas cuando cuidan a sus polluelos, porque lo hacen con una dedicación casi increíble.Como nuestro patio tiene un cercado más simbólico que eficaz, en él se meten a menudo diversos animales que no tienen nada que ver con el corral de mi vecino: palomas, tórtolas, urracas o cotorras (que vienen a comerse los cereales destinados a las gallinas) y también algunos gatos monteses que se acercan a ver si pueden cazar algún pollito.Más de una vez he visto a alguna de estas minúsculas gallinas enfrentarse a un gato, empeñado en llevarse a unas de sus crías. En cuanto la gallina percibe el peligro, llama a sus polluelos con unos gritos que supongo son tan eficaces para advertirles del peligro como para asustar al intruso. Una vez recogidos bajo sus alas (a veces casi ni caben, y la protección parece más simbólica que real), la gallina esponja sus plumas para parecer todo lo grande que puede y se encara valientemente con el ladrón, incluso a picotazos.Puedo decir que en ninguna de las ocasiones en que he presenciado una escena como está el gato se ha salido con la suya. Siempre ha tenido que huir despavorido ante las amenazas y picotazos de esta valiente «Madre Coraje». Si algún pollito ha acabado cayendo en las fauces del enemigo, siempre ha sido porque no se había refugiado baja las alas de su madre.Las palabras de Jesús recordadas en nuestro texto de hoy iban dirigidas en primer lugar a Jerusalén y sus habitantes. Jesús deplora que hubieran buscado seguridad y refugio en sus propias fuerzas, en sus alianzas, en sus tradiciones o en sus prejuicios; es decir, fuera de sus alas.Pero este texto también se aplica hoy a nosotros. ¡Cuántas veces nos ocurren experiencias negativas por haber salido, voluntariamente, del área de protección de nuestro defensor!¡Señor, hoy quiero enfrentar mis problemas y mis temores bajo tus alas! Dame un toque de atención si me olvido de ti y me aparto de tu abrazo. 

The Guilty Feminist. Roadkill Presented by Deborah Frances-White with special guest Professor Dame Henrietta Moore Recorded 26 August 2025. Released 7 November. The Guilty Feminist theme composed by Mark Hodge. Get Deborah's new book with 30% off using the code SIXCONVERSATIONSPOD https://store.virago.co.uk/products/six-conversations-were-scared-to-have More about Deborah Frances-White https://deborahfrances-white.com https://www.instagram.com/dfdubz https://www.virago.co.uk/titles/deborah-frances-white/six-conversations-were-scared-to-have/9780349015811 https://www.virago.co.uk/titles/deborah-frances-white/the-guilty-feminist/9780349010120 More about Professor Moore https://www.henriettalmoore.com https://www.waterstones.com/book/roadkill/henrietta-moore/arthur-kay/9781394295999 For more information about this and other episodes… visit https://www.guiltyfeminist.com tweet us https://www.twitter.com/guiltfempod like our Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/guiltyfeminist check out our Instagram https://www.instagram.com/theguiltyfeminist or join our mailing list http://www.eepurl.com/bRfSPT More Big Speeches workshops now available https://guiltyfeminist.com/big-speeches/ Come to a live show Pleasance, 10 November https://www.pleasance.co.uk/event/guilty-feminist-live-deborah-frances-white Museum of Comedy, 16 November https://www.museumofcomedy.com/the-guilty-feminist-live-podcast-recording/ Bill Murray, 23 November https://link.dice.fm/F147b081b51d Russell T Davies at Soho Theatre https://sohotheatre.com/events/the-guilty-feminist-9/ Thank you to our amazing Patreon supporters. To support the podcast yourself, go to https://www.patreon.com/guiltyfeminist You can also get an ad-free version of the podcast via Apple Podcasts. The Guilty Feminist is part of The AudioPlus Network. If you'd like to work with us, please get in touch at hello@weareaudioplus.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

NB: The music in this broadcast has been removed from this podcast for rights reasons.A grande dame of musical theatre, Elaine Paige made her West End debut in the 1960s and shot to fame in 1978 playing Eva Perón in Evita, going on to star in Cats, Chess, Sunset Boulevard and many more. She talks to Anita Rani about becoming an actual Dame this week, and how she's fostering the next generation of talent.American author Gish Jen and her mother never got along. In her latest novel Bad Bad Girl, Gish tries to figure out why that was. Reconstructing, then fictionalising her mother's life as she moves from a wealthy childhood in China to an up-and-down immigrant existence in the US. Gish joins Anita to talk about the real life events behind her book.Restaurant chain McDonald's has announced it will bring in new sexual harassment training for managers. These are strengthened measures that were agreed with the Equality and Human Rights Commission to protect McDonald's staff from abuse. A BBC investigation that started two years ago found that workers as young as 17 were being groped and harassed. Anita gets an update from BBC reporter Noor Nanji.Writer and producer Nova Reid joins Anita to talk about the late Dame Jocelyn Barrow, the race relations campaigner and the first black female governor of the BBC whose story Nova tells in her new podcast, Hidden Histories with Nova Reid. The interview includes a clip of Jocelyn from 2017 sharing her thoughts with The University of Law on what she considered to be the greatest improvements in diversity.Pauline Collins, the star of the film Shirley Valentine, for which she was Oscar nominated in 1990, has died at the age of 85. Her career spanned stage and screen but she will be best remembered for her portrayal of disgruntled housewife Shirley, in the award-winning film, based on the stage play by Willy Russell. It won Pauline a Golden Globe and a BAFTA. We hear a clip of Pauline Collins playing Shirley in Lewis Gilbert's 1989 film, Shirley Valentine, distributed by Paramount Pictures, and also part of an interview Pauline recorded with Jane Garvey on Woman's Hour in 2017. Presenter: Anita Rani Producer: Rebecca Myatt

Because We Feud: Round 5 IS HERE! Had, the defending champion, comes in with confidence only a true King of Queens would have... while Tren once again tries to end the reign of black asswhooping that continues to ensue on this show. You will not want to miss this one! We can never forget our VERY special thanks to every single supporter that has participated in, commented on, and engaged with the content and we'll see you again very soon for the season finale of Because We Feud! Enjoy. -BWA   For the Full Episode, subscribe to our Patreon! ($1/Month) https://www.patreon.com/becausewearepodcast   *FOR A SPOILER FREE EXPERIENCE, DO NOT READ COMMENTS UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE EPISODE*

We have comments from Marcus Freeman on the change he's making with the kicker this week as well as preparing for Navy and more Notre Dame conversation. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today's show starts with a visit from Bryan Driskell from Irish Breakdown to preview the visitors Notre Dame will have in town for Saturday's Notre Dame - Navy game. Sean Stires and Jesse Stires preview the matchup with the Midshipmen as well. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

+ Evangelio de nuestro Señor Jesucristo según san Lucas 16,1-8 Jesús decía a sus discípulos: "Había un hombre rico que tenía un administrador, al cual acusaron de malgastar sus bienes. Lo llamó y le dijo: “¿Qué es lo que me han contado de ti? Dame cuenta de tu administración, porque ya no ocuparás más ese puesto”. El administrador pensó entonces: “¿Qué voy a hacer ahora que mi señor me quita el cargo? ¿Cavar? No tengo fuerzas. ¿Pedir limosna? Me da vergüenza”. ¡Ya sé lo que voy a hacer para que, al dejar el puesto, haya quienes me reciban en su casa!'. Llamó uno por uno a los deudores de su señor y preguntó al primero: “¿Cuánto debes a mi señor?”. “Veinte barriles de aceite', le respondió. El administrador le dijo: 'Toma tu recibo, siéntate en seguida, y anota diez”. Después preguntó a otro: “Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?'. 'Cuatrocientos quintales de trigo”, le respondió. El administrador le dijo: “Toma tu recibo y anota trescientos”. Y el señor alabó a este administrador deshonesto, por haber obrado tan hábilmente. Porque los hijos de este mundo son más astutos en su trato con los demás que los hijos de la luz." Palabra del Señor.

Dame la pasión necesaria para hablar de ti ante los hombres y las mujeres con quienes estoy cada día.

Lc 16,1-8.Jesús decía a sus discípulos:"Había un hombre rico que tenía un administrador, al cual acusaron de malgastar sus bienes.Lo llamó y le dijo: '¿Qué es lo que me han contado de ti? Dame cuenta de tu administración, porque ya no ocuparás más ese puesto'.El administrador pensó entonces: '¿Qué voy a hacer ahora que mi señor me quita el cargo? ¿Cavar? No tengo fuerzas. ¿Pedir limosna? Me da vergüenza.¡Ya sé lo que voy a hacer para que, al dejar el puesto, haya quienes me reciban en su casa!'.Llamó uno por uno a los deudores de su señor y preguntó al primero: '¿Cuánto debes a mi señor?'.'Veinte barriles de aceite', le respondió. El administrador le dijo: 'Toma tu recibo, siéntate en seguida, y anota diez'.Después preguntó a otro: 'Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?'. 'Cuatrocientos quintales de trigo', le respondió. El administrador le dijo: 'Toma tu recibo y anota trescientos'.Y el señor alabó a este administrador deshonesto, por haber obrado tan hábilmente. Porque los hijos de este mundo son más astutos en su trato con los demás que los hijos de la luz."

En aquel tiempo, Jesús dijo a sus discípulos: “Había una vez un hombre rico que tenía un administrador, el cual fue acusado ante él de haberle malgastado sus bienes. Lo llamó y le dijo: ‘¿Es cierto lo que me han dicho de ti? Dame cuenta de tu trabajo, porque en adelante ya no serás administrador'. Entonces el administrador se puso a pensar: ‘¿Qué voy a hacer ahora que me quitan el trabajo? No tengo fuerzas para trabajar la tierra y me da vergüenza pedir limosna. Ya sé lo que voy a hacer, para tener a alguien que me reciba en su casa, cuando me despidan'.Entonces fue llamando uno por uno a los deudores de su amo. Al primero le preguntó: ‘¿Cuánto le debes a mi amo?' El hombre respondió: ‘Cien barriles de aceite'. El administrador le dijo: ‘Toma tu recibo, date prisa y haz otro por cincuenta'. Luego preguntó al siguiente: ‘Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?' Este respondió: ‘Cien sacos de trigo'. El administrador le dijo: ‘Toma tu recibo y haz otro por ochenta'.El amo tuvo que reconocer que su mal administrador había procedido con habilidad. Pues los que pertenecen a este mundo son más hábiles en sus negocios que los que pertenecen a la luz''.

San Lucas 16, 1 – 8En aquel tiempo dijo Jesús a sus discípulos:«Había una vez un hombre rico que tenía un administrador, el cual fue acusado ante él de haberle malgastado sus bienes. Lo llamó y le dijo:“¿Es cierto lo que me han dicho de ti? Dame cuenta de tu trabajo, porque en adelante ya no serás administrador”.Entonces el administrador se puso a pensar:“¿Qué voy a hacer ahora que me quitan el trabajo? No tengo fuerzas para trabajar la tierra y me da vergüenza pedir limosna. Ya sé lo que voy a hacer, para tener a alguien que me reciba en su casa, cuando me despidan”.Entonces fue llamando uno por uno a los deudores de su amo. Al primero le preguntó:“¿Cuánto le debes a mi amo?”El hombre respondió:“Cien barriles de aceite”.El administrador le dijo:“Toma tu recibo, date prisa y haz otro por cincuenta”.Luego preguntó al siguiente:“Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?”Este respondió:“Cien sacos de trigo”.El administrador le dijo:“Toma tu recibo y haz otro por ochenta”.El amo tuvo que reconocer que su mal administrador había procedido con habilidad. Pues los que pertenecen a este mundo son más hábiles en sus negocios que los que pertenecen a la luz».……………Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2M0Ubx3Jh55B6W3b20c3GOApple podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/evangelio-del-d%C3%ADa/id1590423907 Para más información puede consultar nuestro sitio: https://www.vozcatolica.com o escríbanos a info@vozcatolica.com .Si quiere colaborar con este Apostolado lo puede hacer dirigiéndose a: https://vozcatolica.com/ayudanos . Desde ya muchas gracias

Muchos más recursos para tu vida de fe (Santo Rosario, Oración, etc.) en nuestra web https://sercreyente.com________________Viernes, 7 de noviembre de 2025 (31ª Semana del Tiempo Ordinario)Evangelio del día y reflexión... ¡Deja que la Palabra del Señor transforme tu vida! Texto íntegro del Evangelio y de la Reflexión en https://sercreyente.com/los-hijos-de-este-mundo-son-mas-astutos/[Lucas 16, 1-8] En aquel tiempo, decía Jesús a sus discípulos: «Un hombre rico tenía un administrador, a quien acusaron ante él de derrochar sus bienes. Entonces lo llamó y le dijo: “¿Qué es eso que estoy oyendo de ti? Dame cuenta de tu administración, porque en adelante no podrás seguir administrando”. El administrador se puso a decir para sí: “¿Qué voy a hacer, pues mi señor me quita la administración? Para cavar no tengo fuerzas; mendigar me da vergüenza. Ya sé lo que voy a hacer para que, cuando me echen de la administración, encuentre quien me reciba en su casa”. Fue llamando uno a uno a los deudores de su amo y dijo al primero: “¿Cuánto debes a mi amo?”. Este respondió: “Cien barriles de aceite”. Él le dijo: “Toma tu recibo; aprisa, siéntate y escribe cincuenta”. Luego dijo a otro: “Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?”. Él dijo: “Cien fanegas de trigo”. Le dice: “Toma tu recibo y escribe ochenta”. Y el amo alabó al administrador injusto, porque había actuado con astucia. Ciertamente, los hijos de este mundo son más astutos con su propia gente que los hijos de la luz.________________Descárgate la app de SerCreyente en https://sercreyente.com/app/¿Conoces nuestra Oración Online? Más información en: https://sercreyente.com/oracion¿Quieres recibir cada día el Evangelio en tu whatsapp? Alta en: www.sercreyente.com/whatsappTambién puedes hacer tu donativo en https://sercreyente.com/ayudanos/Contacto: info@sercreyente.com

C'est du moins ce qu'affirme l'opposant Issa Tchiroma Bakary, dont les propos sont rapportés notamment par le Journal du Cameroun. « Issa Tchiroma Bakary mentionne l'existence d'un "président élu par le peuple camerounais", c'est-à-dire lui-même, et "un président nommé par le Conseil constitutionnel", c'est-à-dire Paul Biya ». Reste que dans le même temps, pointe le Journal du Cameroun, « les institutions préparent l'investiture de Paul Biya. (Ce sera ce jeudi à midi). Ce vent contraire qui souffle sur les déclarations de l'opposant, qui continue (donc) de contester les résultats officiels du scrutin, pousse à se demander jusqu'où il pourra aller. Lui qui, pressentant son arrestation prochaine, est annoncé avoir pris ses quartiers dans un pays voisin, affirme le site camerounais. Et dont certains soutiens, en particulier les avocats Me Michèle Ndoki et Me Felix Agbor Balla, ont aussi préféré s'exiler pour éviter le sort réservé à certains leaders comme Anicet Ekane, Djeukam Tchameni, le Pr Aba'a Oyono et bien d'autres soutiens de l'opposant qui sont en détention depuis quelques jours ». Issa Tchiroma Bakary au Nigeria ? Issa Tchiroma Bakary serait donc à l'étranger, en l'occurrence au Nigeria. C'est ce que croient savoir plusieurs sites d'information, notamment Actu Cameroun qui publie une lettre du cinéaste camerounais Jean-Pierre Bekolo. Une lettre adressée au président nigérian, Bola Tinubu, et dans laquelle il lui demande de ne pas livrer Issa Tchiroma Bakary au régime de Yaoundé. En voici un extrait : « ne cédez pas à une demande d'extradition qui livrerait non pas un homme à ses bourreaux, mais, en mépris de la justice et de la conscience humaine, tout un peuple camerounais qui a voté pour lui. Lorsque le régime de Yaoundé viendra invoquer le droit, rappelez-lui ses propres violations du droit international et des droits fondamentaux ». Tensions et répression « Malgré le calme précaire observé à Yaoundé, le pays reste traversé par les tensions nées de la contestation des résultats de la présidentielle du 12 octobre. C'est ce que constate Jeune Afrique. Les vidéos montrant des affrontements entre manifestants et forces de l'ordre continuent d'affluer sur les réseaux sociaux. Hier, la plupart des grandes villes du pays ont vécu leur troisième journée "ville morte", à la suite de l'appel lancé en fin de semaine dernière par Tchiroma Bakary, dont il est difficile de quantifier le suivi ». Le site Actu Cameroun donne des chiffres : plus de 2000 personnes auraient interpellées et seraient gardées à vue dans les prisons camerounaises. C'est ce rapporte Me Alain Ndam, coordonnateur du Collectif de défense des régions du Centre et du Sud, un collectif d'avocats. D'après lui, nombre de personnes arrêtées seraient blessés et un tiers d'entre elles seraient des mineurs. Biya « imperturbable » En tout cas, ce jeudi donc, « Paul Biya va prêter serment comme président du Cameroun pour la neuvième fois », relève le Journal du Cameroun. « Cela fait déjà 43 ans que le rituel se répète dans des contextes différents. D'abord pour succéder au président démissionnaire, puis pour avoir la légitimité populaire après la succession de 1982, plus tard pour confirmer son leadership dans un espace pluraliste après 1990 et enfin pour consolider sa domination sur la scène politique nationale depuis les années 2000. (…) Et cette année, les violences post-électorales viennent installer de nouveaux défis sociopolitiques ainsi qu'économiques à l'entame du huitième mandat ». Paul Biya qui reste « imperturbable », pointe Le Pays au Burkina Faso. « Il n'a jamais été aussi proche, à 92 ans et après plus de quatre décennies de règne, de réaliser son rêve de mourir au pouvoir et de bénéficier d'obsèques nationales. Quant au renouveau générationnel, il pourra toujours attendre au Cameroun, où le peuple est dans la résignation au point de s'en remettre à l'œuvre de Dame nature pour espérer voir arriver l'alternance ». Défis majeurs… « Et chaque jour davantage, relève Le Monde Afrique, jusque dans les rangs du pouvoir, on doute de la capacité de Paul Biya de pouvoir répondre aux multiples défis du pays. Des défis pourtant majeurs et pas seulement socio-économiques. Les régions anglophones et séparatistes du Nord-Ouest et du Sud-Ouest affichent un calme trompeur, imposé par la force publique. L'Extrême-Nord reste vulnérable aux intrusions des groupes islamistes basés au Nigeria voisin. C'est l'unité même du pays qui est en jeu. Une unité menacée dont le président rabâche pourtant à longueur de slogans qu'il en est le meilleur garant ».

+ Del Evangelio según san Lucas +En aquel tiempo, Jesús dijo a sus discípulos: "Había una vez un hombre rico que tenía un administrador, el cual fue acusado ante él de haberle malgastado sus bienes. Lo llamó y le dijo: "¿Es cierto lo que me han dicho de ti? Dame cuenta de tu trabajo, porque en adelante ya no serás administrador". Entonces el administrador se puso a pensar: "¿Qué voy hacer ahora que me quiten el trabajo? No tengo fuerzas para trabajar la tierra y me da vergüenza pedir limosna. Ya sé lo que voy a hacer, para tener a alguien que me reciba en su casa, cuando me despidan".Entonces fue llamando uno por uno a los deudores de su amo. Al primero le preguntó: "¿Cuánto le debes a mi amo?" El hombre respondió: Cien barriles de aceite". El administrador le dijo: "Toma tu recibo, date prisa y haz otro por cincuenta". Luego preguntó al siguiente: "Y tú, ¿cuánto debes?" Este respondió: "Cien sacos de trigo". El administrador le dijo: "Toma tu recibo y haz otro por ochenta".El amo tuvo que reconocer que su mal administrador había procedido con habilidad. Pues los que pertenecen a este mundo son más hábiles en sus negocios que los que pertenecen a la luz".Palabra del Señor.

We debate whose stock rose and whose fell after Notre Dame's most recent win over Boston College. We get into playoff talk and kicking strategies and more in Rapid Fire as well. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Police back away from taking Stuff to court - but issue a warning. Also: Dame Noeline Taurua blows the Silver Ferns saga open again with a media blitz on Monday, and NBR goes legal on its own subscribers.Go to this episode on rnz.co.nz for more details

Chemical reactions are the backbone of modern society: the energy we use, the medicines we take, our housing materials, even the foods we eat, are created by reacting different substances together. If we zoom in, it's the atoms within these substances that rearrange themselves to give rise to new substances with the properties we need.However, chemical reactions are far from perfect. They're often inefficient and their waste products can be harmful to the environment. Getting to grips with what goes on at the scale of individual atoms has long been a sticking point.Dame Pratibha Gai has spent much of her career pioneering novel microscopes to bring this seemingly inaccessible atomic world into sharp focus. Now Emeritus Professor of Chemistry at York University, her microscope, known as the environmental transmission electron microscope, is housed in labs around the world. It allows scientists, like herself, to observe chemical reactions in real-time, in exquisite atomic detail, and tinker with them to create products that are not only better for all of us, but also the environment.Presented by Jim Al-Khalili Produced by Beth Eastwood Revised for World Service by Minnie Harrop

Sean Stires and Vince DeDario share their thoughts on Notre Dame's win over Boston College and react to Irish head coach Marcus Freeman's comments on his kicking situation after three kickers combined for three missed kicks in the win. They also predict where Notre Dame will land in Tuesday's first College Football Playoff ranking of the season and more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ruth and Boaz speak about her need to be redeemed and in the end the best thing she can do is go home and wait. Our text in this study is: Ruth 3:7-18 Series: The Gleaning Lady Gene Pensiero Jr Find the rest of the series at https://calvaryhanford.com/thegleaninglady Subscribe on YouTube at: https://youtube.com/calvaryhanford Read the […]

Dame Noeline Taura is once again the coach of the Silver Ferns - but her team is heading off on a tour of the northern hemisphere without her. 

Ruth and Boaz speak about her need to be redeemed and in the end the best thing she can do is go home and wait. Our text in this study is: Ruth 3:7-18 Series: The Gleaning Lady Gene Pensiero Jr Find the rest of the series at https://calvaryhanford.com/thegleaninglady Subscribe on YouTube at: https://youtube.com/calvaryhanford Read the […]

We preview the Notre Dame vs Boston College football game on today's show. We share our confidences, concerns and more for the matchup. We also discuss the rivalry aspect of the game and more in Rapid Fire. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We've curated a special 10-minute version of the podcast for those in a hurry. Here you can listen to the full episode: https://podcasts.apple.com/no/podcast/aviva-ceo-transforming-insurance-navigating-climate/id1614211565?i=1000733980682&l=nbIn this episode of In Good Company, Nicolai Tangen sits down with Dame Amanda Blanc, CEO of Aviva, Britain's largest insurer, to unpack a remarkable corporate turnaround. Since becoming CEO during the pandemic, Amanda has refocused Aviva's portfolio, sold off non-core businesses, and made the landmark acquisition of Direct Line. She explains how AI is reshaping insurance, why climate change is a defining challenge for the industry, and what it takes to restore investor confidence after years of challenges. Beyond business, Amanda shares her views on leadership, execution, and building resilience, as well as her advocacy for gender balance in finance. From growing up in the Rhondda Valley of South Wales to being appointed a Dame and leading Britain's largest insurer, her story is one of decisive leadership and determination. Tune in for an insightful conversation! In Good Company is hosted by Nicolai Tangen, CEO of Norges Bank Investment Management. New full episodes every Wednesday, and don't miss our Highlight episodes every Friday. The production team for this episode includes Isabelle Karlsson and PLAN-B's Niklas Figenschau Johansen, Sebastian Langvik-Hansen and Pål Huuse. Background research was conducted by Une Solheim. Watch the episode on YouTube: Norges Bank Investment Management - YouTubeWant to learn more about the fund? The fund | Norges Bank Investment Management (nbim.no)Follow Nicolai Tangen on LinkedIn: Nicolai Tangen | LinkedInFollow NBIM on LinkedIn: Norges Bank Investment Management: Administrator for bedriftsside | LinkedInFollow NBIM on Instagram: Explore Norges Bank Investment Management on Instagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The House of Grimaldi has ruled the tiny principality of Monaco since January 8, 1297, when Francois “The Spiteful” Grimaldi disguised himself as a monk and knocked on his uncle's castle door, launching a coup. In the violence that followed, according to legend, a woman – possibly a lover of Francois, possibly a witch he had wronged (can't it be both?) – issued a curse that has resonated across the centuries: “Never will a Grimaldi find true happiness in marriage.” The Grimaldi family was considered scandalous enough in Queen Victoria's time that she forbade any of her close relatives to marry into it, leading Prince Albert I of Monaco to marry an American heiress in 1889 – a precedent that would matter decades later when Prince Rainier III, urged on by none other than shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis, began interviewing Hollywood A-listers for a very special role: Princess of Monaco. Which is how Grace Kelly abandoned the big screen for the Rock of Monaco, and would go on to celebrate her 40th birthday in High Scorpio style. Listen ad-free at patreon.com/trashyroyalspodcast. Sources: The Grimaldis of Monaco: Centuries of Scandal, Years of Grace, by Anne Edwards (Amazon) Grace: The Secret Lives of a Princess, by James Spada (Amazon) Elizabeth Taylor: There is Nothing Like a Dame, by Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince (Amazon) A Detailed Look at the Many Romances of Prince Albert of Monaco (esquiremag.ph) Portrait of Princess Caroline: Love and Philanthropy (hellomonaco.com) Who is Giving Prince Ernst August a little TLC During his Marital Strife? (vanityfair.com) Is Princess Caroline the Latest Victim of the Grimaldi Family Curse? (vanityfair.com) A Runaway Princess Bride and Feudal Feuds: Three Insane Royal Weddings (vanityfair.com) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The House of Grimaldi has ruled the tiny principality of Monaco since January 8, 1297, when Francois “The Spiteful” Grimaldi disguised himself as a monk and knocked on his uncle's castle door, launching a coup. In the violence that followed, according to legend, a woman – possibly a lover of Francois, possibly a witch he had wronged (can't it be both?) – issued a curse that has resonated across the centuries: “Never will a Grimaldi find true happiness in marriage.” The Grimaldi family was considered scandalous enough in Queen Victoria's time that she forbade any of her close relatives to marry into it, leading Prince Albert I of Monaco to marry an American heiress in 1889 – a precedent that would matter decades later when Prince Rainier III, urged on by none other than shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis, began interviewing Hollywood A-listers for a very special role: Princess of Monaco. Which is how Grace Kelly abandoned the big screen for the Rock of Monaco, and would go on to celebrate her 40th birthday in High Scorpio style. Listen ad-free at patreon.com/trashyroyalspodcast. Sources: The Grimaldis of Monaco: Centuries of Scandal, Years of Grace, by Anne Edwards (Amazon) Grace: The Secret Lives of a Princess, by James Spada (Amazon) Elizabeth Taylor: There is Nothing Like a Dame, by Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince (Amazon) A Detailed Look at the Many Romances of Prince Albert of Monaco (esquiremag.ph) Portrait of Princess Caroline: Love and Philanthropy (hellomonaco.com) Who is Giving Prince Ernst August a little TLC During his Marital Strife? (vanityfair.com) Is Princess Caroline the Latest Victim of the Grimaldi Family Curse? (vanityfair.com) A Runaway Princess Bride and Feudal Feuds: Three Insane Royal Weddings (vanityfair.com) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Today's show features answers to questions about Notre Dame football submitted by listeners. We also hear comments from ESPN's Heather Dinich on Marcus Freeman's job status, Josh Pate issues an apology to Notre Dame and comments from ND athletic director Pete Bevacqua.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of In Good Company, Nicolai Tangen sits down with Dame Amanda Blanc, CEO of Aviva, Britain's largest insurer, to unpack a remarkable corporate turnaround. Since becoming CEO during the pandemic, Amanda has refocused Aviva's portfolio, sold off non-core businesses, and made the landmark acquisition of Direct Line. She explains how AI is reshaping insurance, why climate change is a defining challenge for the industry, and what it takes to restore investor confidence after years of challenges. Beyond business, Amanda shares her views on leadership, execution, and building resilience, as well as her advocacy for gender balance in finance. From growing up in the Rhondda Valley of South Wales to being appointed a Dame and leading Britain's largest insurer, her story is one of decisive leadership and determination. Tune in for an insightful conversation! In Good Company is hosted by Nicolai Tangen, CEO of Norges Bank Investment Management. New full episodes every Wednesday, and don't miss our Highlight episodes every Friday. The production team for this episode includes Isabelle Karlsson and PLAN-B's Niklas Figenschau Johansen, Sebastian Langvik-Hansen and Pål Huuse. Background research was conducted by Une Solheim. Watch the episode on YouTube: Norges Bank Investment Management - YouTubeWant to learn more about the fund? The fund | Norges Bank Investment Management (nbim.no)Follow Nicolai Tangen on LinkedIn: Nicolai Tangen | LinkedInFollow NBIM on LinkedIn: Norges Bank Investment Management: Administrator for bedriftsside | LinkedInFollow NBIM on Instagram: Explore Norges Bank Investment Management on Instagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Most people don't know how to tell if their financial advisor is great—or just great at sounding confident. In this episode, Pete and Dame unpack the real red flags to watch for when you're getting financial advice… without turning it into a witch hunt. They'll break down the difference between a bad actor and a bad fit, decode advisor-speak (“We'll rebalance with a tactical overlay!”), and show you how to spot when someone's more interested in selling than solving. Plus, they'll explain what good advice actually feels like—clear, consistent, and curious about your life. This isn't an “advisors are evil” episode. It's a smarter take on how to protect yourself and still believe in the power of good guidance.