She laughed at me, and I laughed sheepishly, kind of admitting how slutty I am when I'm horny. I hope one day she takes it to another level. I'd love ...er to completely dominate me, make me eat my cum afterwards, or maybe have me in a chastity cage as she fucks me. But last night was great, a hands free cum more like a slutty girl than a man. Before I go and jerk off, she also recorded some show about swingers the other night for herself. What I'd like to know is how do I find out if it is my. I hurriedly tore the condom cover and wore the condom over the dick. I took out the lubricator gel from my bag and rubbed the gel between my hands.I applied lubricant over the condom and evenly lubricated it. I then rubbed the lubricant gel over the pussy and prepared for the first insertion. I inserted my saliva-drenched finger inside the tight pussy, which went easily.She jerked and moaned. I caught her through the sides of her ass and positioned my dick to the opening of the pussy lips. I. NAFTA was a wonderful thing for JJ Reodondo's trucks, as all the border crossings were routine, now. Even the drug and explosives sniffing dogs were giving their approval to the trucks.Reodondo's drugs were taped to the inside of the diesel tanks, in vacuum sealed, triple wrapped plastic. No trace of scent escaped. And of course, there were no drugs in the tanks on the return trips.Instead, in a narrow compartment between the axle/transmission machinery and the floor of the truck body, were. But as I picked up my shoes from the floor, I saw something ender the edge of the bed; a watch. A man’s watch. The watch I’d given Phil for Christmas two years before.I went back to the office without saying anything. I wanted to give myself a little time to figure out what I wanted to do.Phil was at his desk in the outer room; I wanted to talk to him, but he was with a client.Later, Martha interrogated him over dinner at home, sparing me the effort. “How did it go with Christy last night?” she.