His body stiffened, he growled and started shot load after load of his cum in my ass. When I felt the first hot blast hit my bowels, my cock shot its...wad. I had never shot such a large load of cum. I lay limp over the table and he laid on top of me. When I felt his hairy chest on my back, I came again. We were both spent and we relaxed on the patio drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. After a while, Sam looked at me with his steel-blue eyes and quietly said, “Thanks man…”. I chuckled. If he or she was your concubine now, it was for his or her own good to be brought to heel, to be put firmly in his or her place. The alternative was brutal and far worse than even slavery: recycling, a painful, terrifying execution that took place while one was conscious, too. Seeing the replay of the execution of Phyllis Parker (see Taking Deliveries by Thinking Horndog) from a previous pickup in another place told me everything that I needed to know, as if it did for others.“Oh, dear!”. I cause the gag to release from the wall so her head hangs limp to the side some so you can see her red cheek. I caress her cute little face and lift it and kiss her forehead. What should I wear? I say as she looks into my crimson eyes then I throw her head to the side. So I walk back over to the closet and begin digging through it and find one of my personal favorites and pull out the pile of leather. I pull on the black corset and tighten it, causing my breasts to get pushed up and even more. She wasobviously ready to call it a night.There were two other people behind the construction worker. Josh wouldhave to get in line. He shuffled over to the check-out area and stoodbehind an elderly gentleman who kept sneezing into a piece of tissue. Hehad clearly just come out of the rain, and wasn't eager to go back intoit.Josh tightened the raincoat around him and shivered. The way the breastsjiggled beneath his shirt whenever he walked anywhere was starting tomake him feel dizzy. After an.