.I don?t know anything....I?m just a mule.....I only was supposed to carry....please....don?t hurt me....? ?Refuse to tell me what I want to know and...it will be worse than anything you can imagine,?? Morales said to her.? ?I want the name of the man you work for to start. ?If you don?t tell me, I?ll start with your ears first.? Maria squirmed in agony. She couldn?t tell him the name of the man she loved. ?She had to see if she could hold out. ?She shivered in fearful anticipation, and then,. The man moaned, but didn't say anything. I said, "Okay, squeeze a little harder, and let's see if that helps him to remember his name." Mary grinned and increased the pressure.This time, the man moaned even louder, but said, "Josh Green. My name is Josh Green." Ah, that's a lot better. Okay, Honey, ease off until he gets stubborn again." That set the pattern for us to extract a lot of information from Mr. Green. We got a string of names and addresses, and I believed most of them because Mary. ’ ‘Did you love her more than me?’ ‘That’s exactly why guys don’t talk about old girlfriends. They get questions like that. No, I didn’t love her more. But Colette was like and anchor.’ ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘An anchor when dropped keeps a ship from moving on. All the other girls that I knew and that left me I expunged from my life. I got rid of all memories of them. They were looking for something else anyway. But Colette, I could never forget and move on from. I told myself it was my. I knew what that meant. Jerry liberally applied oil to his thick rod and then poured a generous amount on my ass. He massaged it into my skin and butt crack. With a few slides of his oiled up dick in my crack, Jerry pulled back a few inches and had his dickhead pressed firmly against my hole. No foreplay. No talking. No discussing terms. Jerry knew he wanted to fuck me again and that was that. It was time to get back to business.After having sex all weekend with Jerry, I was sore. I think to a.