This was making my penis start to move, it felt just as good as her skirt did. Then came the crack, but not with the paddle. It w...s with her hand, and another and another. I lost count about six or so I think, because I had noticed my penis was hard, making me rub against her thigh every time she smack my bare ass. My mind was spinning I didn’t know what to feel pain or pleasure. About the tenth smack we’ll say, her hand smacked my balls, I guess my legs had separated a bit. It was a shot of a well-fucked pussy covered in cum. The man must have just pulled out and shot his wad on the outside of her snatch because I could still see where the hole hadn't quite closed up yet. My wife said, "What in the world do you see in something like that?" I don't know," I said, "It just turns me on. I guess it's just the way my brain was hard wired at the factory."I knew she wouldn't be satisfied with the answer and she wasn't, "But why look at something like that? I can. ” the policeman shouted.“You’ll get a cut soon enough won’t you?” Two or three scary looking women with crew cuts, leather clothes, and nasty looking tattoos sneered at the policeman.“Hey Hammer, you sellin’ that bitch?” a hard looking man yelled from beyond the lesbians from hell that were looking at Cal like something they would like to torture to death.“Maybe, if the price is right,” Jack shouted back.“We’ll give you five dollars if you let us hurt the bitch, whether or not you sell her,”. Brock spent a Saturday morning in early August sitting at a sports memorabilia store in Glendale. He had two security guards nearby – a male and a female – because the threatening letters had not stopped. If anything they had become more frequent and more troubling. The sender had yet to be identified, let alone confronted.Cynthia Lu had tried to convince Brock that he was putting himself unnecessarily at risk but he had insisted he wasn't going to let some lunatic dictate his life. If Ms. Lu.