No more. Offender. Eugene the Offender. First Time Offender. First time offenders were not taken from society but they were required to go to meetings...and report to probation officers. Oh these powers fueling the worldwide plague were mighty big about meetings. Some have posited this fetish for meetings fertilized dormant seeds and others contend the seeds were the meetings themselves. Oh I don’t know. Fairly unfathomable way to exist to me too, meeting minutes, recitation of what happened when. Then I heard a change in the sound that let me know she’d put me on speaker. “Promise.”“I promise,” I said, and then punctuated it with a chuckle. “Find anything good to watch on Netflix today?” I glanced toward the window as I picked up the package, but Janie wasn’t there.“Not really. Go get on your laptop, and I’ll tell you when to open the package. Don’t open this email until I tell you, either.”I was getting quite curious at that point. I was tempted to look at the email when the alert. She still hated the idea of Caleb giving up on his claim to move to Kansas City, even though they’d paid the fee to buy the land outright before the five year term had been completed. She especially hated that he’d gone back to medicine when he’d purposely left it behind.When she’d objected, he’d only said, “This is Kansas City, a fair piece from Boston. I can treat whoever I damn well please.” Clucking her chin, he added, “Which means whoever needs it because I’ve caught myself a clever wife. I panted. I took about half of his length, then moved my hands to his stomach and started riding him; his hands held me by the hips to keep me upright and in rhythm. My pace quickened as my bottom became a blur of pink, jiggling flesh. I started building towards my own climax.After a while riding that magnificent dark dick, I let out a scream and dug my nails into his thighs. I dropped my weight on him, slipping to my knees. My ass cheeks quivered on his loins as I came hard; harder than I ever.