From here I had the perfect view of her big mature cunt, her meaty lips hung open and were covered in her thick creamy juices. She was flexing her vag...nal muscles as she lowered it towards me, this was causing her pussy juices to drool out of her even more and they were actually dripping down onto my face.She had positioned herself perfectly and her pussy settled onto my mouth, my nose was between her ass cheeks and pressing against her puckered arsehole. I poked my tounge out and pushed it. I saw Don Guido's 1936 Packard Super 8 Touring car sitting near the door with another of his goons standing next to it. I said, "Well, this is it Sarah. It looks like we are gonna have to burn powder to get out of here. Let's end this now! I'm tired of my friends being hurt, instead we'll take the fight to them!" I fisted my roscoe and headed out the door.The goon outside started towards me as I came out the door. When he saw my roscoe, he started waving his hands at me telling me not to shoot.. "That spanking was just the warm up!" he told her. "Now you're going to get some real punishment!!" Please, you're hurting me!" Betty protested, her voice mirroring her distress. She made something of an effort to struggle, but it was readily apparent to both of them that he was much the stronger and could handle her at will."Don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank replied, keeping a firm grip on her wrists and pushing her toward the bed."Let me go!" Betty protested, quickly becoming quite. . ? Mary will be a teenager soon – maybe I can introduce her to the dog if she’s really curious...” She smiles and brings her hand up to her face, “Oh God, did I say that out loud!” She laughs, and we cut to... Our studio in Manchester ... As usual, the corner of our set is made up to look a bedroom – a double bed with crisp white sheets spread neatly over it – not a wrinkle or crease in sight. Lights and microphones are positioned around the bed, and the floor infront.We cut to the street.