The guy that owned the place was an avaricious little bastard, but that was a known property. I could play off of that.I walked back into the parts de...artment to see if I could deal. I had a brand new low-flow camping dishwasher with the full documentation package. I wanted a modular gas oven. I had wandered through the sales floor and found some comparable prices. I knew that even trading straight up he would be getting a very good deal. I spent a while bargaining with the guy and finally got. Not now, not with the football player getting into the spirit of the chase. To him it was nothing more than a little added fun.To Debbie, it was a matter of life and death.She wasn't sure she could stand the added humiliation of being raped a second time. It had been bad out on the field. The threat of a camera covering her degradation had frozen her solid then. The idea that any of the fifty thousand spectators could see that long, hard prick jutting up from the place kicker's crotch and. Jeannie was patient and relentless. Determined to finish the job she started. And it did take awhile. Longer than I though reasonable. Her head bobbing, her tongue, going around and up and down, her hand holding and rolling my balls, then stroking me, until she felt me stiffen, I moaned, tensed. She closed her lips tight on the base of my head, stroking me until she could taste me, swallowing, cum flowing more than shooting. My body tingled from the forgotten feeling. I was catching my breath. I decided enough was enough, I had to get that cock in my mouth and run my tongue all over it. I kissed his forehead, pulled my nipple away from his mouth and kissed his neck, his broad shoulders, his hairy chest, and kept going down till I was on my knees and he was on my bed. I pulled down his brown underwear and smelt that sweaty smell that intoxicates – even though he seemed sweaty, he didn’t smell bad, at all.I saw the giant penis that I was going to love, it was thick and it was long,.