You found yourself in the local pawn shop selling your family heirloom, an ornamental vase passed down through generations. You were given 100 monme f...r it, not bad but probably not enough to save you from your current financial crisis. When you were in the shop you couldn’t help but notice it was full of antiques, perhaps pretty standard for any pawn shop but this shop seemed special. For one, everything was a complete mess. Chests full of relics piled upon shelves full of other items. As you. Jackson had stood back up, camera in hand and was just amazed that itdidn't have a single scratch on it. Despite the fact that it hadprobably fell a good twenty feet before smashing into his car'swindshield. He handed the camera to Kaylee so she could get a closerlook at it, she seemed to be rather impressed by how it looked."You know this is like a five hundred dollar camera, right? I mean I'veseen these kind of cameras in stores and they're not cheap, this kindalooks like one of those,". I'm horny as hell. That give you any ideas?"Actually it did. I was curious to see if my dick would get hard considering the thoughts that I was having about Belinda. It was slow to show, but a Belinda blow job got me up and running and I guess I performed well enough to suit her.Monday she called me on my cell and told me she had to work late. I left work early and was parked just down the street from where she worked when she came out of the building with Carla. They both got into Belinda's. Mr. Clark was standing over me stroking as Mr. France slammed into me.Mr. Clark was also mercifully short. He came on my face and neck though laughing as he did.I laid there for a minute as they looked at my cum covered body, snickering at me telling me what I whore I was. Is your pussy aching you little slut Mr. Russell asked.Yes, it is I told him please stop it hurts so much.I watched as he and Mr. Taylor moved to the sides of the table, I felt the handcuffs open and I thought I was saved.