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The bill will go into effect in November.
The Australian government is implementing laws that'll pressure tech giants like Facebook and Google to decrypt messages for terrorist and criminal investigators, Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull announced on Friday, reports the ABC.
Investigators would ask for assistance from Apple, Facebook, Google and others in cases regarding terrorism, pedophile rings and drug trafficking.
"We've got a real problem in that the new law enforcement agencies are increasingly unable to find out what terrorists and drug traffickers and pedophile rings are up to because of the very high levels of encryption," Turnbull said to reporters.
"Where we can compel it, we will," he added, "but we will need the cooperation from the tech companies."
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For a long moment, she simply looked at his cock and balls in
admiration. Her face was close to him. Just as he could feel her warm
breath on his cockmeat, he knew she could feel the heat of his pounding
prick waft into her radiant face. Her blonde head tilted from side to side
as she studied his cock from all angles, intrigued.
Her left hand slid up and cupped him under the balls again, fondling
them gently and lovingly. Frank thought that he could actually hear his
massive cum-load slosh around inside his balls as she caressed them.
She folded her other hand around the thick root of his cockshaft,
squeezing, moaning when she felt that iron-hard fucker throb in her fist.
His prick was so fat that the girl could barely span it in her delicate
hand.
Her fist skimmed up lightly, just brushing over his hot cockstalk. His
cockmeat was so hot that the randy little minx half expected it to blister
her palm and singe her fingers. She tightened her grip and stroked again,
very slowly. As her fist pulled up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of
his swollen purple cockhead, and when she pulled back to the hilt that
cockhead flared out wide.
She was staring at him so intently, so longingly, that Frank felt he
could feel her gaze burning into him, branding his flesh like laser beams.
She pumped him again. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped wedge of
meat. When she stroked down toward his balls, that slab loomed out like
the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. Cum oozed from his cleft, all
frothy and slimy on the flushed cockmeat. Debby rubbed her thumb against
the underside, where the dark, thick ventral vein spread out under the
prick-knob. Frank was groaning pitifully in a torment of lust. His prick
was so hot that as the pre-cum came bubbling from his piss hole, it steamed
away.
His daughter's head was lowered over his cock. A strand of golden hair
brushed against him, trailing across the slimy tip of his prick. He was
very much aware that the girl's face was only inches above his cockhead,
her eyes crossed as she stared at his fucker.
"Shall I lick it, Daddy?" she asked, her voice husky with lascivious longing.
Frank gasped. He saw her moist pink tongue slide slowly across her
lower lip. His cock gave a mighty lurch. It seemed to be trying to launch
itself from his loins like a guided missile, flying up into her face.
Her head bobbed down. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his
cockhead, moist and hot and nimble. Frank saw a streak of his cock slime
on her tongue as she drew back.
"Yummm - yummy," she purred.
Debby dragged her halter down. Her fat, firm tits rolled free. She
arched her back and rubbed her tits against his cock and balls, squirming
delightfully. She cupped the plump tit globes together, lifting them and
deepening the cleavage, and his cock nudged in between them. Frank humped
up from the chair, fucking between her tits. Her face was averted,
watching his purple cock-knob squeezing from her smooth tit tunnel. That
bloated wedge skimmed up her breastbone and nudged into the hollow of her
throat, laying a slimy trail, like the track of a snail.
Her tongue pushed out, curled. As his cock-knob slid from her cleavage,
she lapped hungrily at it.
She twisted from the hips, grinding her tits around on his prick as it
slid up and down, her blonde head ducking down to meet the looming
cock-knob. Her tongue laved all over his crown, slurping up the jism. Her
slobber poured down his cockstalk. Frank heaved, pumping his cock between
her tits frantically, almost ready to get his rocks off.
But then Debby drew back.
Neglected for a moment, his prick jerked alarmingly. His cockhead was
gleaming atop the thick cockstalk.
"Wanna come, Daddy?" the minx whispered.
"Yeah - yeah," he croaked.
"Wanna come in my mouth?"
"Oh my God - yes, Debby! Oh, shit!" Frank wailed, abandoned to lust,
his mind and body dazed so that only his fiery prick seemed to have
substance.
Debby, naughty little teenager that she was, knew damned well that
erotic words enhanced the action. Gazing bewitchingly at her father, she
said: "I'll swallow your hot, thick fuck-juice, Daddy - ooooh - I'm hungry
for your cum!"
But although the horny little cock-sucker was yearning for a bellyful of
jism, she was in no hurry for that creamy conclusion. Debby liked to
linger over a leisurely mouthful of cockmeat before she got to drink the
slimy rewards. With a skill that manifested plenty of previous experience,
Debby began to vary her oral technique.
Tilting her head, so that his prick skimmed up her cheek, she leaned
down and lapped at his balls. She kissed and sucked on those precious
balls that were soon going to feed her such a succulent load. His cock
slid up and down her cheek as Frank humped. Cum glistened in her hair.
She licked up his cocklance with long, flattened tongue-strokes, fluttering
her lapper at the underside of his cock-knob at the top. She crossed her
tongue back and forth against the swollen vein that seamed the under-side
of his cockrod, going up and down, licking his hairy balls at the base and
his crown at the top.
Jism poured from his cleft and trickled down his prickshaft. She
tongued it up greedily, her saliva replacing it. She leaned back again,
savoring his cock slime on her taste buds. Her throat pulsed as she
swallowed. She whimpered, her appetite whetted by that first taste.
"Do I do it as good as Mom?" she whispered.
Frank, looking haunted by his horniness, frowned. "How - how do you
know?" he rasped.
"That Mom blows you?" Debby said. Her grin was devilish. "Shit, Daddy
- she blows the mailman, and the guy that walks our dog, too."
A strangled cry burst from Frank's lips and his prick pounded like a
jackhammer. He stared at his daughter. Had she merely said that to excite
him, or was it true? Was his dear wife in the habit of giving
indiscriminate blow-jobs to all and sundry? It was a thing to ponder.
But later.
At the moment Frank could think of only one thing - emptying his bloated
balls into his pretty daughter's mouth!