These dirty thoughts somehow made him like a sex berserk. He pushed his tongue in to her asshole. Margaret started moaning like there was a small cock...in her butt hole.“Oh yeah dirty boy. Push it. Push it deeper. Right in to my dirty shit tunnel. Clean me there. Wash me there clean.”Tom licked Margaret ass for a couple of minutes till it was completely clean. After that Margaret started fixing her skirt.“Now you know what to do when your ass is dirty and there is no toilet paper around”, . .." Shhhhhh....I know, slut...."I told myself, 'trisha, don't ever say that word...let Daddy have what ishis now.'He was so so good taking me right to the edge and pulling me back. Hetold me later he loved messing with a submissive this way and he wasdetermined to find my breaking point. I didn't know if I had one yet...."Get back to work," he commanded and I did.I took his balls, now wet with my spit, back into my mouth, wanting himmore and more, looking up at Daddy..yes yes Daddy do you. There he was talking with the judge as he was the representation of the defendent saying "so you see your honour my client Derek Kaiser could'nt have been at the scene of the crime because there is no proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that those finger prints that held that gun can no way be an exact match" as he then looked to the jury.There he showed them a picture of some finger prints "as you can see jury these figure prints have no match to my client Derek Kaiser, so think about it jury the. We proceeded to Seattle stopping for nothing but gas and lunch. When we arrived it was at the clubhouse downtown. We parked our bikes in a line apart from the Patch holders, with the rest of the prospects.When I walked in I noticed people crying, and people looking like shit. After about 5 minutes everyone was kicked out but Patch holders for a meeting. I walked up to a cute blonde, "What happened?" she looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "A Washington Patch holder was shot to death, we think.