“I got used to them so fast.”“You had to,” Sophia offered. “They were even useful. When the gangs saw them – Cholos and the others, both m...n and women – they knew they were dealing with a dangerous man. With the men, it inspired fear. The women,” she paused with a sly smile, “something significantly different than fear.”“Really?”She nodded. “I think women are drawn to power.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because they often feel so helpless or maybe it’s because they’re looking. But then I met this 6’4” tall drink of water with sparkling blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, and a glistening smile. His name is Fred, and he has a smooth personality and a smooth way with words. There is a local establishment that I sometimes stop at after work for a happy hour drink or two before I go home for the evening. Fred is another customer who happens to always hit that spot around the same time that I do. After a while it turned into our mutual meeting ground and we’d meet up two or. I could this quite clearly because of the parking lot light above her car. They didn't seem to be too concerned about the light shining on them. I guess things were too hot to worry about it.After another few minutes, she sat up in the seat and reached down under this little waitress skirt she was wearing and pulled off her panties. She then pulled the skirt up over her ass and up around her waist. She straddled the guy and I could see her holding his cock, reaching back and guiding it into. Her natural resistance was fading under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and suddenly the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy like a thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her, heedless of the sobbing, tearful objections that came spontaneously from her mouth. The last remnants of her self- restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks against the face of the aroused animal, drowning in the weird obscene.