But it is always for your own good. Now, make yourself come for me. That is your first task, little slut slave." It turns me on just to read your mess...ges. I am going to see if my husband can do more than an oral because you see sometimes he can not stay hard for long enough. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. I’m going to try one or two other men but the problem for me is that I’ve not had anyone else for sex since my marriage. It is taking an awful lot of courage to have sex with someone else. It will be online for all to see in minutes,” she informs me. Hundreds of people are about to see my stiff prick. I feel kind of sexy as I send the pic in. Sure enough it pops up on the screen along with other fools sitting naked playing with themselves. A few females too, that is hot. “ Go to the bathroom and get a towel.” This is getting weird now. I am entertaining the idea of logging off and leaving Bitch stranded in cyberspace yelling obscenities at me, but some twisted sense of adventure. I used a picnic table to write my report on the prisoner escort detail. It was a simple account of the facts as we experienced them. I downplayed the DA coercion and the conversation we had with Gypsy except to repeat that it was her who offered sex to forget about the incident. It was before 4PM when I checked 10-8 and began to ride around looking over the roads in the south part of Warren County.We might not have been the highway patrol, but we did write tickets now and then. It was however. " Dean's balls tingled with a mixture of fear, awe, and anticipation as the matriarch pulled his head into the warmth of her crotch; his cock boning to rigidity as he sniffed at the delicious aroma of the mature women's arousal, she certainly was excited about caning him; Dean nuzzled at the soft folds as he took in her rich scent, the rattan catching the corner of his eye as she waved it back and forth for his attention, his cock was bone hard, he wanted to be broken by her. She pulled his.