I am itsnumber one shopper. We pay for our purloined load of luxury goods in cash,and with a friendly smile. I wish the clerk good day, and I mean it....I amhaving a great day.Jose is waiting in parking lot. He drums his fingers on the steering wheelof the battered Astro, bristling with speed-induced anxiety. "What took you so long? I thought you were busted."I sweep aside a greasy pile of food wrappings and sit in the passengerseat. I swing the rear view mirror toward me and freshen my lip. I went around back and tried that door. Same thing. Doris had locked me out of the house. That was it!!! The straw that broke the camel's back. I went back to the truck and got the tire iron from behind the seat and walked back up on the porch. Since it was Doris who was going to have to clean up the mess I used the tire iron on the large picture window and then I went into the house. I grabbed a bunch of garbage bags and went out and gather up all my clothes and put them in the back of the. ”He did so very reluctantly. The tape indicated he was five inches.“Rub it and get it hard and I’ll re-measure.”He looked around to see if anybody was driving by. By now his hormones had taken over and he was firming up without stroking. His cock got longer and thicker, a grower.I put one end of the tape measure in his groin and pulled it out past his knob. The tape indicated nine inches in length.“Wow!”It was a little tricky measuring his girth with the metal tape but the readings I got. ”As I work toward two, I hear heavy footsteps approach, the familiar wet slap of a man beating off, the groan and the patter against the paper bag.By the time I near seven, the whole bag is drenched and sagging, tearing where it sticks to my face. My ass throbs from hard beatings administered whenever I get close to coming, a single thwack no longer enough to remind me that I don’t deserve climax. I’m a rocking, panting slut. Three fingers curl deep as they can reach into my cunt while my other.