Now he was in deep shit. He had to get out of town and fast. It really wasn't Carl's fault that he had shot the cop; the first cop shouldn't have let ...arl take his gun. More sloppy police work.Carl looked at the bus. It didn't have a company's name on it but there were a lot of guys standing around while the bus driver put their luggage in the luggage compartment of the bus. The driver said something to the men and they all started getting on the bus.Carl ran to the bus and stood behind it. Eroticpsalms.comI am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic palmist,And I convey this message to you indeed without delay:We all think about it with extreme pleasure.We all contemplate on it with utter delight.Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till. The sweaty bed linen made his arse sting where she had applied cane and whip, adding to the eroticism of his submissive nature. At last she groaned in ecstasy; he awaited another caning, but she simply applied his leash and dragged him, naked to the door.Being walked naked through the sun-baked streets on a leash was nothing new to him- he had suffered this humiliation many times- but he was usually told where he was going, and this as all so abrupt. The big woman was also very stern this. "Hold your knees back and apart, now, and don't move, don't make a sound", and I wrap my arms around my knees. You've brought a largish marking pen, and you push it into my ass, and twirl it around a few times, and push it almost all the way in. With one last caresses of my exposed breasts, you pull up my dress top and tell me to change seats with you. I say yes sir, and carefully bring my legs down, very aware of the pen. I am sitting in profile to the bar, and you have your back to the bar.