Avoiding her hands I opened the bag and extracted some tissue paper. Inside was a wisp of black lace."Hardly nothing mom." I told her. "In fact I woul... say that never has so little been so much." She blushed furiously, but I could see she was breathing fast. "I'll leave you to change out of your work clothes. I can't wait to get my hands on you." Another sharp intake of breath. "To give you your back massage of course" Yes Dorian." She smiled almost shyly at me.I left and descended to the. The story is that the fire blew across the prairie faster than a horse could run, an' the flames was 40 feet high. The fire burned all the way ta the Kiowa River, an' it stopped there 'cause the wind had died and the sparks weren't blown across ta the other side. Anyhow, that fire started right near here, an' that's how this here town got its name."I didn't know if that story was true or not, but I sure was impressed by it, so I bought the bartender a beer fer telling it to me. He dropped the. I smiled back. He kept looking. I decided to go for it. I puckered my lips and blew him a kiss. That did it. He came over and standing outside the shower in his shirt, shoes and shorts and we kissed. I asked him if he wanted to join me in the shower and next thing I know he was naked in the shower with me. We kissed some more, our cocks were getting hard and rubbing against each other. Our hands were caressing our chests and stomachs and asses. He was a moderately hairy man, chest legs. You’ve so earned that humiliation ... ohhhh!” Creed’s homage to her cruelty was enhanced by the cynical laughter of the women who’d hang him, as he showed his truly masochistic pleasure at their taunts, shaming himself deliriously as a torrent of hot semen spat liberally from his cock. Their spiteful cynicism was sated, along with their sexual desires while they worked their cunts off at the sight; they knew he could no more escape his own pathetic lust for humiliation on the rope, than he.