It left trails of her ownjuices mixed with his pre-cum that felt cool against the air.She wasn't kept waiting, as he placed the end of his cock into h...r spreadpussy and thrust. The filling sensation was the same, but this time soquick, so hard, so deep. Before, she'd been in control. Control of thespeed, control of the rhythm. Now Ken was thrusting, pounding into herand it was different, submitting to his insistent cock as it penetrateddeep inside her again and again.Her breasts swayed,. As Ramona was lambasting me, Winslow had gone to the back and was methodically putting more binder clips on my full butt cheeks. My butt is so luscious, and he was worshipping it a bit, kissing it, and forgetting his master status, but?then he’d put on another damn clip!It was so annoying. I felt like the lower classes were going all Marx-Engels on me, and I had no control.?Gimme your belt, Winslow!? Ramona shouted, and Winslow pulled it off and handed it to her, and Ramona looped the belt in. . I wanted them all arrested and tried, I wanted them dead, I wanted them beaten until their bones were jelly but left alive to suffer, I wanted them delivered to the sheriff’s department with railroad spikes in their skulls...”“That’s a new one for me,” Margaret said, her smile evident in her voice. “I have, in my less Christian moments, imagined them tied to crosses, and set alight.”“So ... no, I’m with you. I’m not sure I’m more civilized ... more compassionate. All I know, Margaret, is we. “So, how about it? I don’t want to wait and I think you deserve the money more than your mom.”Dakota paused her game and turned back around. The tomboyish teen slowly picked her jaw off the floor and blushed slightly. It wasn’t like this was the first time one of her mom’s customers asked if she was available, or even the first time she had considered it. It was the first time, however, that she had seriously considered it this far. Lately she felt a little jealous of her mother and the sex she.