Tomorrow Cindy and I head for a piece of desert west of Albuquerque, New Mexico, to sell some vehicles at a motorcycle meet. They are special cars.’...‘Oh V12s?’ ‘They are nine expensive cars including Porsche, Subaru and Ferraris. All are ex-owner vehicles.’ ‘You mean stolen?’ ‘Yes but I prefer you use the term TWOC’s. That’s short for taken without owner’s consent, in every case taken with the ignition key in place and often with the spare key on the key ring or found hidden in the usual places. She yelped as my cock bore in. Bad girl indeed. I pushed in deeper, six full inches in her ass. Tight. Smoking hot. A furnace of searing heat. I pushed in two more inches., then dropped the hammer all the way in. She yelped loudly, thrashing beneath me, the pain and pressure immense. The bad girl sported many tears on her face, smearing the classy, smoky makeup. For a second, I wanted to punch her face. Throttle her delicate, gold chain draped throat. I thought of useless Mr. Waterford. . His smooth white huge hairless torso looked fantastic with his nipples erect, he'd spread his legs spread and was pulling his foreskin back and forward over his bell end with two fingers.I didn't want to take the risk of sticking my cock through the glory hole yet so I used a bit of cruising code and that is I place my foot slightly under the partition and hove my toes, if he reciprocated with the same movement, he did then I moved my foot closer to his, he now knew I was up for it so he tapped. In her agitation, Janel bumped a car in the parking lot as she pulled into a space. Thank God the alarm didn’t go off, and she gave it only a cursory look as she jumped out, looking for the door one-twenty-one. She didn’t wear what he’d told her to wear, not really. Instead of wearing office clothes, she wore a charcoal gray, pinstripe suit that was several years old and a size too small to wear to work. It made her ass look great, which was why she couldn’t wear it to the office anymore. She.