This isn't one of those cop an insanity plea things. I'm not a psychologist but after spending a whole week talking to this guy it doesn't take a degr...e in psychology to tell you his brain is so far out to lunch he's having breakfast." I agree," Candy confirmed. "This guy is one totally screwed up dude." I know," I answered sourly. "But just the thought of that guy still breathing air pisses me off." Yeah, six feet under would certainly be better," Jen agreed. "But do you think there's any. A 2 x 6 studded with finishing nails gave her a place to rest her ass. Her arms were secured to a cross beam and her ankles tied wide apart toanother cross beam. Weights hung from the rings in her tits and pussy. Her big MILF tits hung low pulled down by the weights. Her pussy lips stretched under the weight.The boys brought a charcoal grill with a branding iron and set it between her legs. As she felt the heat she began to twist desperately trying to escape the increasing heat between her. She could now see in the distance what looked like a broken and battered wing. Closer still, she saw what looked like a man lying on the ground. His angelic light was long gone, and his wings wore torn and battered. A sense of sadness filled the air. She could tell that this was a dark place. A place where all hope was lost. Was he still alive, she wondered. She landed among the rocky terrain not too far from where he was lying. He didn’t seem to be moving at first, but as she got closer she. , she decided to trust me and I set up a date with another couple. She felt more secure if I was also involved and wanted to be certain of what side of the fence I was on. We met for coffee and he was very interested. She was a well pot together redhead that knew all the moves. Interested? It took everything I had not to rip her mini dress off and do her right there on the table and they all knew it. It’s a long standing aproach I have that when I’m involved in an exchange of partners, I pay no.