Perhaps you and some of your ethereal friends in the netherworld could arrange to haunt the sucker who decided to make a quick buck off your name.Alth...ugh I no longer use your tools I still visit your store regularly. I hope I won't shock you, Mr. Sears, when I tell you why. Your see, sir, after a day making my living with my tools I return home and relax in a way that might perplex a man of the 19th century such as yourself. I remove my rough working clothes and put on a dress, or maybe a. I responded,“Oh yeah sweetie…as a real man, it is my duty to please my lustful beauty queen…I am gonna do on you till you pass out…”I kept fucking her ass, simultaneously rubbing her from neck to thighs, groping her boobs, pinching her nipples, kissing her, licking her ears, rubbing her pussy with my fingers, fingering her pussy and sometimes even fingering her mouth. Every time I did that, she sucked my fingers as if she was gonna dry it off. But she never bit them. I moved my fingers in her. By the time we got there, some of the girls was already speculatin' on what life would be like in Austin.I bought our tickets, an' we climbed aboard. I had already spoken ta the conductor about what was goin' on, an' told him that I planned ta keep all of the women in the last car with Sam an' me. He was relieved at that, an' looked a little bit happier when the train finally rolled out on time.I did have a little trouble keepin' order when we stopped fer meals, but I did remind the girls the. I can feel my skin rising and melting with each slap now.A tug from behind has my head pulled back by my aching roots, my back arching painfully. “What are you?” your voice is husky with primal lust.“A cumslut cock-addicted whore,” I choke out, my own voice scraping against my well-fucked throat.I’m relieved when you release my hair in favor of viciously spanking my ass several times over, lining your cockhead at the entrance to my ass.I clench my teeth and groan as you push in, not caring to.