Bethany's cockwas still jutting out from her pussy, though it seemed to have justejaculated going by the cum dripping from its tip."Will ya clean it u... for me, buddy," Bethany/ Sam requested as shestraddled over Kayla's chest.The former Carl could not explain the peculiarity of not being grossedout even as he knew that it was his pal's penis being shoved at hisstolen face. Without a speck of hesitation, he just wrapped Kayla's lipsaround its head - lapping up the remnant of his previous. He went by his hotel and changed into an outfit more suited to that of an assassin, or, rather, his idea of what a stage assassin should wear. This included those fancy spurs which were to be his downfall following the shooting of Lincoln.He left the hotel and went to the livery stable where he kept the horse he planned to use for his getaway. It began to look like we had screwed up by not taking him out when he was in his hotel room, but we had not wanted to spend a long time in there cleaning. His obsession with and of trying to see their sexyunderwear was to soon be his demise. The trial was short as evidencewas overwhelming and the sentencing laws required a 5 to 15 yearsentence for third offenders. His judge, a woman of course had somediscretion for sentencing and decided that this lifelong fetish wouldhave to be dealt with in a different fashion or he would continue hisharassment of women so she came up with an opportunity for Sam to avoidjail, and maybe learn some lessons. Khalje standing there, waitingfor me. Big problem.Before I could recover from my deer in the headlights routine, Khaljemotioned that I was to follow him. "Come child." From another man,referring to me in such a manner would have been offensive, evoking aresponse that was not at all appropriate to the gender I was in theprocess of assuming. Khalje, however, was Afghani. It was a culturalthing, one that established our relative positions within his socialorder. So I did my submissive bowed the.