I stood up and emerged into the open, happy that my quick observations showed that everyone had gone I delved back into the bushes and sat with the To...-Bar positioned between my legs, my bum still on the car bumper.I imagined it to be my lover who was asking for sexual love, so I took him in my hand and started to pleasure him, stooping forward and kissing him on his bulbous head, my tongue tip, brushing the warm steel as if I were performing the ultimate female act of felacio. I stood up. This was about March, maybe April, 1995 or so.She had an office to clean but, she was in a brace, and needed emergency surgery the next day. I called my parents and they met us at the office to help clean it, she had to be there, she was the only one with the alarm codes, too we had never cleaned the office before. I was quite upset that she had been so foolish as to try that, not only alone, but at a time when she had another job, so I had to clean her building after I put in a full day at. “Bartholomew Crawford, you will be taken to my gallows at noon tomorrow, where you will appease womanhood in the only way possible ... You Will be hanged and displayed in penitence on high!” Crawford shimmered in the white silk shroud, his anus gripping hard at the intrusive plug, his pathetic groans of protest - more in pandering to the masochism brought on by her words than with any sincere hope of the mercy he’d never receive - drowned out completely as the feminine crowd saw him immersed in. Now, get down on the floor and clean that shit up.” I ordered. I watched eagerly as this slut not only cleaned off his sperm cover feet but also washed his slimy cock with her mouth.“Damn son, I’m fucking spent, if I didn’t have a client early tomorrow, I’d keep you guys company for the night.” Carlos declared as we finished off the Blunt. I unleashed my bitch and walked my friend to the door. He admirably stated, “Yo Son, you got a winner there. Keep in mind what I said. Pimp this bitch out to.