"This fat dyke sure does whine a lot!" Kendra said as San removed his cock from her mouth and told her he wanted to fuck her ass. My sloppy cunt was n...w making gross loud wet noises as you rammed all of your fingers inside me. I started to cry and you asked me, "you want me to stop?" I shook my head no and took a deep breath. You chuckled and said, "good. Cause I wasn't gonna stop." I bucked as your balled fist filled my cunt and you moved it around inside my walls. You pulled your hand out and. But don’t throw me in jail.” “Shut up! You only speak when asked. You understand?” I just nodded. He stood towering in front of me and put the fingertips of his hands together in front of his chest. He beamed authority, and I found that very appealing. As strange as the situation was, it had quite a big erotic touch to it. They knew that I had fucked my boss and the PA in that plane. I had no idea why this would be a criminal act under international law. Then I realized a big bulge in his. 3. Limited availability of backup (see #2 above) 4. As an unknown stranger I would have to be from out-of-state and have a plausible cover identity and adequate reason to not only wish to visit that club once but perhaps several times for up to a week if necessary. The last, #4, was the worst part, and where our resident Navy Angel offered her best advice. She noted that about six weeks ago, a local doctor with possible crime ties was found killed execution style (and again floating in San. Both knees were up and spread slightly apart, which meant he could see my bare hairy pussy! When I say hairy, I mean hairy. The dark fur starts thinly up at my navel and thickens and spreads wide until it gets well past my crotch. If I was wearing granny panties, he would still be seeing a lot of hair. I've just never had any reason to even trim it. I was certain from the feeling of wetness that my pussy was puffy and probably even that my clit was exposed to his gaze. I kept my attention on.