Carol felt all eyes on her as she moved through the store. She found the area with the piles of used shorts and since she wore a medium or small size ...he needed an extra small to satisfy her orders..There were very few running shorts and none in the size she needed.She headed to the area with the piles of tops and began searching for an extra small tank top. She could feel peoples eyes on her as she rummaged through the clothing.Again no luck.She did not want to have to go to another store so. ? The cuke is long and intimidatingly thick, with a girth so massive that Delilah’s beautiful little hands can barely encircle it. She hands it off to me along with a can of Crisco, presumably for lube. I ask anyway, just to make sure.?Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for the cucumber?,? I politely inquire. ?Of course, stupid. What did you think it was for, to bake a batch of cookies?? Chortling, she reclines in a kitchen chair, her ?front-row seat? for my latest humiliation. ?First I. I buried to the hilt in her twat, her pussy massaging me.I growled my delight. Her hips swiveled, stirring her cunt around my cock. Lasla knew how to please me. I pumped away at her cunt. I drove my dick to the hilt in her again and again. She moaned, her passion echoing through the common room, mixing with the princess’s groans.“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Las’s cock, Lasla.”“Mmm, your cock, brother!” she moaned, squeezing her twat around my thrusting dick. “That’s perfect. Just ram that big shaft. Matt hauled the cinder block back up, then stripped off the rubber gloves and tossed them over the edge. The wind caught one of them and blew it out past the trampled area, where it sat like a squashed spider on the pristine snow. He turned his back on the dead, and joined Valarie on the clean side of the building. He didn't mention the count, or what he'd been doing, she didn't want to know how many there were, and he knew she didn't like hearing about how many he'd gotten rid of.They worked.