I wasn't disappointed either. A glance through the door showed a nice neat shop area. Monk was a lot neater than I was, I had to admit. His place look...d empty. That fancy Harley Chopper was gone too.It wasn't my jurisdiction so there was nothing for me to do, but I was concerned. If weren't so late I would call the neighboring county's Sheriffs office and report Monk missing. What the hell I drove home, it was too cold to stand around giving a report to the Sheriffs deputy who wouldn't give a. "I trust you. But don't expect me to let you betray that. Because, then I'm done," Stacy confesses. Cara leans in closer. Her lips just an inch from Stacy's. "Good girl. I understand. But first, I have to know if I can trust you." Oh, right. That's why I'm here to begin with. "But before you answer my questions, I need you to do something," Cara explains. "What is it?" Stacy asks, guardedly. "Well, in order to ensure you're telling the truth, I'll need you under a little, duress." Duress? What. Her loud gasp and continued grunting indicated that it was definitely having its intended effect on her cunt and clit. She was just starting to throw her head from side to side and was beginning to moan loudly when the bull started circling, moving up and down, and tipping forward and back all at the same time. In most bars, a customer would have only been able to stay on for a few seconds of such gyrations, but Harriet was strapped– and stuck– in place and would stay in the saddle for the. That's my girl, just like dad."Dad said with pride then changed the subject all the while Brian wasquite the whole time. "So who's on for cotton candy and pink popcornwhen we get to the stadium?" Me....ME!" Brian and I said simultaneously, dad knowing those were ourtwo favorite snacks to get while at the show.We then got into the car and made our way to the show, Brian dad and Ihad a wonderful time and got to see lots of tricked out cars and trucks.Had you been there you would have seen a.