He wanted to ram his face in there and start licking and to hell with the consequences. He didn't of course. He didn't do anything but stare. He knew ...he saw him staring and he felt ashamed and embarrassed for not being able to look away but he couldn't. The president of the bank could have called his name in that moment and Bob would have said, "Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute."She extended her hand and he placed the pen gently in her palm. Again, she didn't even make the civil pretense of saying. “Let’s go cunt.”I followed him out of the salon. We walked three storefronts down, and entered a full figured store. We went directly to the lingerie department. We stood there for a few minutes when the salesgirl came over to us. “May I help you?”“First, you will curtsy to me in a show of respect, and yes, this cunt needs to be fitted for garter belts, stockings, and bras. She will be wearing one outfit out of the store.“Yes Sir, any particular style or color?”“Yes, let’s start with the garter. He already had some pre-cum working up and I licked it and actually thought it tasted kinda good. Before I knew it he had his hands on the back of my head and was strokin’ in and out of my mouth. I liked the feel of his dick, hard as a rock and yet soft! When he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me farther onto his dick, I felt it going in my throat. That was all Ken needed and he was cumming in my throat, I choked a little but got a better taste of it when it was outta my throat and just. He looked half unconscious, his forehead bloody. I couldn’t stay here to be beaten by these psychopaths myself! My heart beating fast, I began to edge down the driveway. “Get her!” screamed the daughter, pointing at me with avid cruelty in her face. “She’s running, Aitch! Get the bitch!” The blond man looked around and headed for me, his big nose wrinkled up in a snarl. I fumbled for my gun. But before I could get the revolver out, Deadman rose, shaking his head and flinging back his hair with.