Rodge pulled the cock out, amixture of drool and precum ran down his chin as he tried to catch hisbreathe. "Beg for my cock, ask me to fuck your slut ...outh like the whoreyou are!"Rodge said as he slapped the side of Jim's face with his cock,spreading more of the mixture of his face. "Please Sir, fuck my slutmouth and use me, I want that hot load forced down my throat, use me likethe fucking whore I am," Jim said as he began to stroke his own cockwhich was leaking with excitement."That's it. It all felt like a dream. An awkward silence passed between them while she sat up front with the policeman during the ride home. Only several minutes ago he had frightened, repulsed and annoyed her. But now she only wanted to attack him. In a good way. She smiled. In less time than it took for Felicia to button up, the squad car arrived in front of her house. Even though she felt fully recovered from that muscle wrenching orgasm that her friendly highway patrolman had brought on, she let him. Following a knock on the door, a gruff voice inside produced some kind of brief intonation. The English-speaking grouch who'd driven me here opened the door for me, motioned me inside, and then split.There in the swank, roomy, luxurious office, seated in a high-backed swivel chair in front of an opulent desk, I took in the sneering countenance of Mr. Choi.I was thrown off my game, but only momentarily. "What do you want from me?" I snarled."Sit, Mr. Gustafson," directed Mr. Choi in a calm. "Alan laughed and said, "I bet she wanted to kill that witch."Donald said, "Heed my warning when that motel wakes up don't besurprised if Adelaide decides to throw a curve at you because yes sheis that twisted."As soon as he said that they fell silent.The bartender walked over and asked, "What happened?"Alan said, "Oh, we were talking about Adelaide and I am engaged to getmarried."The bartender said, "Oh Adelaide she is quite entertaining isn't she.Congratulations here is a round on the.