Getting rid of Lance would probably be easy, even if the police were involved. It was the other things that made George more than a little nervous. He...was breaking the law here; certainly the Mann act.Currently it was night time on the Desert Wind; the lights of the Strip beckoned in the distance. The gambling capital of America was right outside the window. George was a gambler; of course he was a gambler. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He was taking a hell of a gamble here; he was. And, of course, he had been left to get her upstairs and to put salve on her wounds, and to clear up the mess. Frank really did detest Karl's habit of giving serious punishments in the eatingroom after meals.A quick check showed that Helen's room had not been used that night, so Helen was probably in Karl's room, on her own. Entering Karl's room with a jaunty step he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of Helen, covered in dried blood, apparently unconscious on the bed. He was immediately. Fuck, he kept thinking. Why'd I fucking do that? I'm fucked, I'm totally fucked.Reluctantly the 'Nam vet pushed at the gas peddle. The truck began to move again, move closer to his house. The cops are going to be there, he told himself. They're going to be there, waiting.But they weren't.Everything seemed normal, in fact. No cops, no strange cars parked in the street, nothing. Hands trembling, he pulled into his narrow driveway. When he finally pulled into the garage behind the house, he put. Shari moaned at that, so I did it again, easing the tip of my tongue into her, then flattening it and bathing her whole pussy. I lifted her hips up and pointed my throbbing cock at her wet and wanting cunt. “No, this is what you’ve fantasized over, the actual moment your wife gets fucked by another man, the moment he puts his cockhead against her pussy, you’ve dreamed of watching his cock stretch her lips as it disappears into her, making it “his” pussy. Watching her beautiful face as she feels.