“Hi, Marge, Clint just paged me.” Clint Wilkenson was our city editor.“Okay, Dylan, here you go.”“City desk,” he answered, as usual.“Cli...t, it’s me. You paged?”“Yeah, forget the three bag ladies.” Clint was a sarcastic cuss. “We’ll reschedule it. Get over to South Chicago, around a hundred and sixty-fifth and Kennedy. Some woman was beaten up and raped in her own back yard. The guy took off on foot so half the police force is pounding the pavement, looking for the jackass. Get a couple shots of. But there was the terrace and mom will not come out generally after dusk. There was a staircase on the outside that leads to the terrace. Probably I could have some fun if I’m lucky. I can be a real slut, trust me, and I dint want to miss a chance. When I reached my gate, I turned to look and there was he still. I opened my gate wide, looked at him one more time and entered my compound. I waited at the foot of the stairs for a few minutes hoping the hottie would understand and come over. And he. Montoya interrupted him."Hector, that is no topic for the dinner table," he reprimanded."Si Abuelo," the boy said, head down."Besides, I am sure that Mr. James is not allowed to talk too much about what he did, isn't that true?" That's right," I said. "I'm sorry, but the only things the government lets me talk about are the dusty, dirty, boring parts, like trying to keep the sand out of my socks," I made the joke, and it worked causing the boy to forget the reprimand and the unanswered question. The aforementioned Robo-Dick! I heard my boss announce. Audience choice, cunt or ass? Cries of Cunt! Ass! Both! rang out and I felt the tip of the dildo rest against my battered asshole. With a whirr, the Robo-Dick plunged into my hole and began fucking me rapidly. It felt huge, much bigger than what had been in my ass earlier in the day. I felt like I was being fucked in half. I cried out, but my boss only increased the speed. As you can see, we have attached our largest dildo to the.