? I directed Ray to the fridge so he could help himself to a can of beer.Ray was obviously not averse to a good arse licking, and after he opened his...can, he lowered his jeans and exposed his arse. I moved behind him, staying on my knees, gave his crack a few long licks and focussed on getting my tongue inside his arsehole. I’m not sure how many of you have tried tongue-fucking someone’s arsehole while your hands are cuffed behind you back, but it’s not easy. However, I enjoy having to. The high pitched screech was unlike the other howls that had filled the room. This was shriek of someone who had been seriously burnt. ?NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Katie screamed over and over again, ?NOT THERE, NOT THERE?Katie’s mother, ever the sadist, meant to prolong the humiliation and punishment. ?Not there, not where Katie, I think you need to be more specific.? Her eyes filled with tears and snot running from her nose, Katie’s contorted mouth sang out loudly, ?NOT ON MY PUSSY, NOT. They were flying a controlled approach practice to the small Bay Bridge airport where we first started our business as cover for being in the air a couple miles from the Bay Bridge.The dump trucks hit the Suburbans so hard that it shoved them into the guard rail separating the highway.With all the armor in the body and the high dump truck bumper, when the chassis came hard against the guard rail, the weight of the dump trucks and momentum sheared the body off and it went over the guard rail. He reined his horse in.“What?” Jarvis asked.“You come here, you rode past the Widder Johnsons place?” Wade enquired.“How in the hell should I know?” he asked.“There's a fifty foot windmill and a sign saying Goldern Herd Catle Ranch,” Wade explained, “ceptin it aint spelled too good.”“Sure,” Jarvis admitted.“Then your under arrest boy,” Wade explained.“What in the hell for?” Jarvis demanded.“Bein a nigga mainly,” Wade said sadly, “But for your own protection really, anyway its a free supper and.