What they would do is pretend to be members of a vigilante group that operated in that area. They would tell the isolated farmers that they belonged t... that group, and that they had to pay for protection. If they refused to pay, the gang would sneak back at night and raid the farm. Burn down barns and outbuildings kill livestock and shoot up the place. Then come back later and offer protection again. It was perfect scam. The Regiment, as they were called, would get all the blame.At first, Bob. For the rest of the evening the only time she left the table was to do a dance on the stage. She didn't have real big breasts but she did something that caught my attention. During one of her dances she gave a squeeze to one of her boobs and a tiny white drop appeared on the nipple.Did I mention that along with big boobs I have a deep fantasy about lactating boobs? It's true I was feeling down when I heard about the death. But after seeing that tiny spec of nectar on her nipple my urges. I gazed at her, and her face took on a terrified expression, her eyes wide and her mouth tightened into a frightened grimace.I had all sorts of angry words ready--weeks of rage and misery I was ready to unload on her--but instead I said nothing, just watched her face as she processed what had taken place in that motel room over the previous two hours.Lauren turned very pale. She licked her lips nervously, looking at my impassive face. "David, I--"Oh my God. David. I can't think what. She was open to pretty much anything and everything. She loved to suck my cock and was the first woman to regularly swallow my cum. She especially liked it when I'd grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth, pushing my cock as far down her throat as I could. She'd go off my cock long enough to say: "That's it! Treat me like a whore...fuck my mouth...I want to taste your cum!" When I did cum she'd stay on my cock and suck out every bit, then lick me completely clean. I always gave her a deep.