Betty asked me what that all meant. I explained that anyone who donated to the channel for private shows recently could be added to the basic tier and...then we could keep track of how much each donated or bought and elevate them to higher tiers as a form of recognition. “Every tier would unlock more photos!” I let her look through my phone at all the pictures during the day.“We could name the first tier titty, the second tier asshole, and the third cunt,” Betty suggested.“You don’t get to. Leaving the mooch for the local cops to deal with.If I had killed the son of a bitch, what would I have had to do with the body not even twenty feet from a hundred runners. What would I have done with it in a strange town. Would you really prefer me to call you up on Saturday morning. Then say to you, I have a body in the middle of the Washington Marathon route. Could you send a clean up crew immediately, since someone is going to stumble over us any minute.Worse still would you want me to take. My pussy spasms again with my ass clenching his cock, he starts a rhythmic drive deeper into my ass. The pace quickens and my heart beats faster. I reach behind and take his balls in my hand as he starts to really pump my ass full of his manhood.He draws it all the way out to torment me and then slams it back in nearly taking my breath away.He pulls it out again and KNOWS he has me right where he wants me... BEGGING for him to put it back in.My body arches backward to try to get to his cock.. Yet.Terrible things are beginning to happen, justice is being subverted, the iron fist is tapping the table and losing its temper."My country, right or wrong, but my country." Not a good thing. Ah well ... history will make the decision.In 1955, I was a going to be freshman in high school. Just before school started, I found a banned book in the trash pile of a "death" house. Someone died there and the relatives pitched everything but the furniture out by the street. The book, by.