“I have a proposition for you,” I say. When they return from the back room, I tell them that I have always wanted to be a photographer. I would li...e them to pose for some special photographs. They would be for my own personal use and they would get copies.They seem surprised and Juan also looks a little dubious. He asks, "What kind of photos?"I take a deep breath and tell them exactly what’s on my mind; no frills, just straight in. I think it’s the only way, be straight up front and wait for. "He leaned forward and said, "YOu don't have to. Around here we do things a little differently. We got no crime really, no vices, no hookers. But the judge, well he owns the whole town, and we need to keep him happy. Nice refined fella, smart, knows a lot of stuff. And keeps order. So we let him have his little fun. So, when Judge Stone asks for some pussy, we just go right out and get him some."I was so completely taken aback I couldn't talk for a moment, but then I opened my mouth to scream. It was pain and pleasure taken to the edge. Her body had never felt something like this before, she wasn't aware it was capable of feeling something like this. Later, when she was covered in the bucketful of cum that had come out of him, sweet as candy, and she was licking her arms like a satiated kitten while he was stretched out on the floor next to her, she wondered if it was love or just stockholm syndrome, but she wanted this more and more. To her, it was hell and this was punishment, and. The "fuck me, take me, penetrate my ass, give me your milk," demands coming from the bedroom had no effect on him. Sooo while my husband Charles was thoroughly screwing his wife Lupe, I resorted to standing on the couch, squatting in front of his face, and masturbating. I got off and managed to squirt a little pee on his goatee and blue Nike t-shirt. Touché Randy and I waited until Charles and Lupe finished fucking and emerged from the bedroom. I was a little jealous. Lupe had a towel around.