He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he advanced around the bed toward the proud young bitch that now l...y totally at his mercy. The drug had done its work well and he now intended to teach this haughty young woman that she shouldn't scorn him. This rod he held in his hands was the great equalizer and he'd see if she treated him like a cur dog when rammed deep between those open thighs and buried the head far up inside her haughty little. I pulled it from her hand, the cell phone still in my hand even though no one was on the other end."There are two more coming in," I said. " Print them for me, please."At least I was polite. The photo was from a red-light camera and was of the rear of a gray Ford Escape. I could clearly see the license number, not that it meant anything to me. There was no second photo. I frowned as I heard Elizabeth come into the room. Her face was set in confusion and I could tell the blood had drained from. ” She punched my shoulder playfully and said, “Come on lover boy, what have you got us for supper?”We ate the meal I had prepared earlier, and watched some television, but around 9 o’clock, Julia announced she was feeling randy and asked if should she go online and order a ‘take away’ stud or was I up to the job? I told her to save her money and picked her up and carried her to bed. She noticed I had changed the sheets and asked why, but I just said that after her excesses last night, something. "One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for.