Umm..."Thea slowly sauntered back towards the bed, then leaned against it. Her pose quite clearly displayed what she wanted. She wanted him to take he... from behind."Now, come on over here and take me."He had so many objections in his head. Or at least, he had many objections in the head that was on his shoulders. His "other head" pretty much had the opposite opinion and knew what it wanted. And right now, his a****listic urges seemed to be winning out. He quickly used his mind to justify what. If they showed an interest, my dick would start to inflate. This usually sealed the deal. Today was a little different. The two in the last two stalls had just finished, a fat young local Samoan boy on his school lunch break Cumming heavily into a white-haired local man’s mouth. I had been keeping watch for them, hoping to get a taste of the grandpa, but they both left immediately after the boy stopped moaning and squirming. What comes next will be hard to believe, but I swear to God it. Look at where you're spitting. Can't you at least hit the spittoon?"The crowd cheered, like it was agreeing with the lady. Mr. Sizemore had been ridiculed before for his use of tobacco, but that was at the beginning, before he'd become a seasoned performer. He smiled as he pulled a sign from his pocket. It read: 'I ain't supposed to talk.'The crowd laughed, but the lady persisted. "You can't talk, or you ain't supposed to?"Mr. Sizemore looked at me, almost pleading for me to tell him to say. He did not want to stop on incapacitation, oh no. Kevin and Lana saw his jeans had a bulge in the front, and that was when they knew the thug’s fate was sealed.John felt omnipotent. The rush of pleasure he felt from using his muscles to injure and kill others was incredible. He had a massive hard-on. Looking at the couple he had saved, he said, “Watch this.”, and sat onto the injured criminal’s back. Placing his hands on top and underneath his head, he pinned his left arm- the good one with a.