They did not restrict themselves to the farm. At least once a month they traveled out of town, and were considering the purchase of a small cabin in a...rural area upstate. Hotels were expensive and they wanted to begin to establish themselves in an area where, pother than their age difference, there was no real chance of discovery.Certainly, the old Sharon was still considered missing, but she had been missing for almost two years, and had now turned 18. It was safe to assume that no one was. He let out a moan as she pressed her fingertip against his tight rubbery hole, massaging it and feeling it open to accept her digit. She pushed, forcing her finger inside his ass, felt his cock stiffen in her mouth and his watery precum flooded onto her tongue. In this fantasy, her husband was both uninhibited and dominant and he wanted to explore every possibility with her. “Pull up your skirt and rub your pussy,” he panted, gripping her hair more tightly and pulling her ever deeper onto his. The kidnappers had posed as detectives in front of twenty-some people, including a guard, and were able to get away with the two girls. To make it worse, the media had already gotten their canines into it and blared their versions of the story everywhere they could. Both her message machine and that of her partner were full of tips and sightings of the twins and every one of them would have to be checked. So far, nothing panned out. They were on hold until forensics filed their finding on the. There was no way I could do this.Just as I was about to tell him no I thought about Sir and the punishment he would deliver if I denied a paying customer. I quickly determined that whatever the punishment was, it would probably be worse than this and I squirted a generous amount of lube onto my hand and then onto his still rock hard cock.I rubbed as much lube as I could onto it until it was literally dripping. I figured this was the only way my ass had a chance. I took my hand and rubbed a ton.