I didn't know who he was or what he wanted. Smiling back, I straightened up, and continued my walk to the car.Suddenly three more men were in front of...me, and one of them had a knife."Gimme your purse, whore!"Before I could even hand it over, one of them grabbed it and started looking through it.I didn't have much in it. My license, maybe $10, a couple of condoms, some lube, and my handcuffs.Oh, god. I'd brought my handcuffs with me tonight!As the spotter walked over from across the street, the. .agh...YES!" as he thrust firmly into my hole, his cock convulsing, squirting cum. I felt warmth coating my insides, as Jim held himself inside of me, his hips pressed hard against my ass cheeks. He heaved a big breath of air, as he tried to calm down from his orgasm. He gave me a couple more gentle thrusts, and then slowly withdrew himself from my now stretched and gaping hole. I knelt upright on the edge of his bed, my own cock sticking straight out in front of me, dripping precum, while I. Then with her disposable razor in hand, she walked back to the bathroom. When she’d finished with it, the razor went into the waste bin. Bernie had told her to take the nearly-full packet of new ones with her.She still got a little thrill when she put on the underwear and the other clothes. She thought about putting on a pair of her new shoes, too, but in the end she settled for the white sandals. All that was left to do was to pack the laundry that Tricia had been kind enough to do for her and. No one had the right to tell her how to mold her own son's outlook on the relationship between a man and a woman. She wanted him to grow up completely uninhibited sexually. She had thought so then, and she still thought so now."You will," he had said enthusiastically."Yes, but if I do," she had guiltily explained, "you must promise that you will never tell anyone about it. Okay?" Not even Tim?" Well, except Tim," she had conceded, knowing that she would probably have to show him, too. The boys.