Cum seeps from her pussy and drips from her face as the men get dressed and talk business with Tony. "I guess we have a deal then," says Tony. The man...replies, "As long as we get to fuck her once a month, the juke box is yours. And she's a really good fuck."The men leave while Tony helps Tina from the floor saying, "Thanks, we got a really good deal on that juke box." Tina looks around the room and can see picture cubes on all of the tables.At home, Tina searches for answers to her daily. Everyone can see how much I love his cock inside of me and with every taunt and every tease, he would push further and harder into me. Try as I would to fight him off and go back indoors, he won’t let me. He wants the world to see him dominate me and he wanted them to see me enjoy it. As the breeze picks up, he wraps his hand around my throat again, pulling me up so that he could kiss me as he continued to pound himself deep inside, filling me to the max. My screams build in my throat as he. The other couple was a bit more peculiar. Well, the wife was pretty nice, but we rarely saw her. Her husband, Darnell, we saw a bit too often. He was a strange guy. He was in his early 50s and had been in the Army. He was about 6'4, muscular but lean and still in pretty good shape. He was often out in his backyard, which was separated from ours along that stretch with a 6' wood privacy fence. The back part of our fence was only 4' tall. That's relevant in that he often appeared at it whenever. ’ Relenting, she said, ‘Sure. Go through the kitchen. There’s a bathroom by the backdoor.’ Faith went upstairs and took her time changing her clothes, all the while listening for the front door, signaling Butch’s exit. No such luck. To discourage his advances, she put on a dirty, flannel shirt and baggy jeans that lay on the closet floor for weeks. ‘I can hardly stand the smell myself.’ Going downstairs, she looked out the front window. No sign of Butch on the porch, only his clipboard. ‘He.