We finalized our plans and Bernadette asked if we could go in casual attire. I nodded yes and the date was set. On Saturday at seven, I arrived at Ber...adette's place. She greeted me wearing a "moo-moo" type long southwestern print cotton dress. She had on matching jewelry and some conservative red heels. Me, I had on the outfit of a typical Arizona guy. A golf shirt, khakis, and Nike shoes. I asked her if she wanted American or Mexican. "Mexican," responded Bernadette. We drove to the Little. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting. Since the clubs were open on Sunday, Mike and I went back to the scene of my crime. I knew I had no backup and that it was risky but I had to show people that I did not fear the Atwoods, even though I did. Not to fear those two wasn't just stupid, it could well be terminally stupid.I sat so that I could keep my eye on the door and Mike sat so that he could film everything. He was using an only slightly disguised camera. It was a high definition camera in a case to make it look like a common. I felt his orgasm move up through his throbbing cock. Then his cum began to squirt into my mouth. I sucked hard to try to get it all in my mouth. I tasted it and felt it on my tongue. I knew what it tasted like because I had tasted my own more than once. I swallowed his hot cum as he squirted several more jets into my mouth. He reached down and pumped the last of his load out for me. I licked it up and swallowed it. I got up and went back to my rack and laid down. My head spinning. Not long.