”Then I turned and had Ron’s cock looking at me. He was wanting to piss and I was ready. I wasn’t really liking the taste of piss, but I was get...ing used to it. I think it taste better than the beer they gave me yesterday.I took Ron’s cock in my mouth and he started pissing right away. I hardly had time to close my mouth. But I did and swallowed all he could give me. I kept swallowing it down and wondered how many quarts or gallons of piss I had in my belly now. I was also needing to pee and. .? You?re so far down my throat, that my nose isdeep in your pubic hair. You pull out of my mouth, and use my hair to wipe thesaliva off of your cock. I just stay in position; still tethered to the platform,my pussy dripping juice; my ass burning in pain. I?m trying to catch my breath,filling light headed from so much face fucking. You regain your composure,after you cum, and walk around me, wagging your still hard cock at me.??One more thing for you fuck pet!? Tell me howmuch you love this!?I. Duplaine and his high-roller clients didn't like attention. They came here, as they saying went, 'to get away from it all.'"I'm afraid we know that, Detective..." Max. Thomas Max. Sergeant Detective, actually." Yes, well, you see things like this don't normally happen here," said Duplaine. I returned my gaze to the dead blonde strung up like a Christmas turkey on the bondage cross in front of me. Rigor hadn't set in yet and she was still warm to the touch. She had just checked out and if you. “So just unintelligible caveman sounds?” I corrected him. “Cavewoman sounds, and some, had you been there instead of Seattle, you would have heard me scream how much fatter his cock is than yours.” “Fatter?” “Yeah. And his dick is longer, too. I love you dear, but you’d never believe how large DeAndre’ is. One of these days, I’ll take a picture of it stretching my pussy and email it to you. Yes, he is fat all over, weighing over three hundred pounds.” Robert responded, “I would love to see how.