He was a pretty tall guy, chiseledface, clean suit. There was no way a guy who looked like this could bedoing business with two of the most obvious mo... bosses this side of theRiver. Gee, thank you inherent detective skills culled from a childhoodof hearing your father talk about this crook or that crook, now I'msuspicious of everybody. When the hell did I become a detective?"Ms. Adamsen, it's a pleasure to meet you. And this is?" he pointed atme."Charlotte Harkins, my photographer," Ms. Adamsen. He told me many things about his life.With the night approaching, the conversations had turned more interesting. He asked me if I have a girlfriend. I told him that I do not have, but he can be one if he wants to. He giggled and said that he is a guy. I complimented but you are cute.I could easily realize that he was enjoying the conversation. I asked him if he masturabates. He was shy to answer initially, but later he told me that he does him often. He masturbates thrice a week at least, he. She loves cum.” Mark then pounded me one more time before emptying his hot load into my pussy. He leaned his head back as he moaned loudly and filled me up. I also came all over him and screamed as I did so. When he was done he pulled out and laid on the bed next to my now limp body. He was breathing hard as he told me to get up and clean his cock with my mouth. I took his dirty cock into my mouth and slid it down into the back of my throat, it made me gag a little but I loved tasting his cum. He was doing the best he could. Several of the dogs sniffed at his cock and licked at it. He pushed them away gently. Not now, ya cocksuckin' bastards, he muttered softly under his breath. There, now, he should he able to reach her fuzzy little pussy. He stretched from the waist."Here, Diablo, here boy." He patted the hairy mound invitingly. "Get it, boy lick it. LICK IT."He continued to pat and the dog sniffed his hand and began to make long slow swipes with his tongue right on cue."Good boy,.