But what Sarah most wanted to know wasn’t the size of his bank account (which would have to be considerable for him to be an acceptable suitor), but...rather the size of his cock. This and other intimate details could be found in the blogs of the better sort of woman who’d borne his bastards (the lesser sort Sarah wasn’t interested in apart from the consoling knowledge that the man’s appetite was never easily sated). There were no photographs of his erect cock nor any film of his sexual activity.. Pete always called the dildo by male pronouns giving it a life of its own.Of course, each photo shoot needed newer and riskier backdrops to keep the temperature at peak levels. Pete suggested one of those scenic pull-offs, often seen while traveling. Searching online satellite maps he may have found a perfect one just a couple of hours from their home. High on a mountain overlooking a valley laced with rocky outcrops.Choosing a Wednesday, they took the day off from their jobs, packed the kids. Woke up when the door opened.Three giggling voices came in, my two and Sandy.Haley’s voice. “Lemme check ‘im. He might still be resting.”She came in. “You’re awake.”“Just kinda drifting. Still kinda wrung out. Sandy’s here?”“Yeah. We were thinkin’ we could drive ‘er home after dinner. Are you hungry?”“I could eat. You got a plan?”“I’m your wife. I always have a plan. Involves you getting dressed, though. Are you up to it?”“I can do that. Where’re we going?”She named the place. “You can get a. He toppled lifelessly to the ground like a mannequin. The only thing preventing his head from falling off and rolling away was it was still precariously attached to his spinal cord by some vertebrae. The thug with a knife ambled backwards against the other wall dropping it, looking at the creature in shock. Before he knew it he was on his back when the creature put a foot on his neck reaching into his throat, ripping his tongue out before throwing it to the ground with a disgusting splat. The.