" No way, one bet's enough." Are you sure? Just think of the two grand you could have that you don't have now. You're just not very sure of yourself, ...r Peggy, are you?" You're such an arrogant prick, OK, you're on."Ron was beside himself with excitement, "all right! At midnight, you need to disappear for 15 minutes, then come out to my van. You know my van, right?" Yes, I know your van."I'll leave the window rolled down part way and you can listen or peek in for your proof." This is it, then,. And he is good. He is a painter. His work going for hundreds of dollars, hanging on the walls of lawyers’ offices and the homes of wealthy doctors. So, here the three of us are, any given Sunday . I noticed that he has inadvertently left his fly open after returning from the bathroom and I can see his dick. I don’t know what to say. Wow. I mean just wow. My boss his hung like a fucking porn star, I think crudely before I can edit my own thoughts. To be honest, I had thought about it before. I. And then, a hand at his chest, stopping him short. He heard a CLICK, and suddenly, he was being freed of the tube. His cock sprang to life, growing rapidly with his arousal from his time in town. His blindfold was removed, and he was presented with the sight of the two pony girls bent over and strapped into mating racks. He pawed the ground eagerly, ready to do anything to get at those beautifully exposed pussies. The pony mating racks were, by design, intended to have the pony girl. Finn pointedly ignored some of the more... interesting... underclothing his team mates apparently wore and were not shy about laying out in a prominent spot.He took out his pistol, stripped it down and began cleaning it, more out of habit than because it needed it. He'd had it custom made, and the forty-five was certainly better than any thing the service issued. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be using weapons that the service didn't issue, but the desk jockeys that made that rule had never.