Our Angel really is a busy one!”“Oh, Carla, stop with all the ‘Angel‘ stuff. I’m not an Angel and besides, we don’t want to explain to som...one why you call me that.”“You’re right dear, of course. I’ll try to stop, but I won’t stop thinking it.”“Bye now Carla. Lots to do today. I’ll be flying out tonight if I can get a reservation.”Back upstairs in her room Linda called Fred’s cell phone and he answered on the third ring. “I’ll do the golf pro thing with you, Fred.”Fred held the phone away from. ....why not see about renting a trailer in his trailer park?I had noticed the sign posted in front of his gas station and called the number. I got scared as his loud voice spoke on the other end. I was in my apartment, nude, touching myself as we talked. My voice was shaky but I managed to speak as I flogged my short cock in my right hand. I tried to cum before he hung up but climaxed just afterwards. On the day I met Mr. P about the trailer, I wore a small shirt that showed off my lean. Mia moved among them and they dispersed to go about their business, retaining no memory of the grim activities they had witnessed.Arthur's interest peaked when one of the policemen embraced Mia from behind and kissed her softly as she leaned back into him. Now he knew the face of Mia's lover. A small smile appeared on Arthur's face as he contemplated the man's extremely limited and agonizingly painful future.When the police were finally satisfied with their disposal efforts, Arthur followed the. He would fuck my throat harder and harder, often he would stop and put his hand on my throat and feel his cock inside me, keeping his hand there, feeling his cock go deeper down my throat, seeing how far he could go. I was well trained now, I could take him all the way, balls smacking my chin, holding my head and neck as he thrust. I had learned to control my breathing, before in training I had passed out, but not now. For 20 minutes he would use my throat, fuck me hard, then when he was ready.