It might have been several black bastards, because I could now smell like a well used hooker. My legs, thighs and pussy were tender and sticky with cu.... I guessed I had passed out on the bed in the guest bedroom after all of the fucking. I felt arms and legs were handcuffed to the bed. My pussy was still sloppy and engorged from being used most of the night by those huge well hung black men…I could feel the dried cum all over my body and in my hair.Then I recalled I had came to that party. She forced her hips against my hand so forcefully that my finger slid into her and she let out a moan. Slowly at first I moved my finger in and out of her with my thumb still playing with her clit. I slowly started to pick up the pace and she started making quite moans every few seconds, her hips pushing onto my hand. After eventually she started to move faster and faster until she suddenly whispered, “I’m cumming” just as her wholly body began to shake. She was shaking so bad I had to grab. In Dulce, it was sexual as well.There were ten offenders this day, four men and six women. The first one up was a young guy. He had been speeding. The open highways had no speed limit but, inside town limits, there were speed limits and they were enforced for safety. He had been driving fifty in a twenty-five zone in the middle of the day. He had just missed running over a couple fucking at the edge of a sidewalk.His penalty was five lashes and half a day in the stocks. He stripped off his. She ran her fingers through her hair, and began to make an excuse: ‘I’m sorry, Wayne, that the house is such a mess, I . . .I just haven’t gotten to it, it seems . . .’ Then she retreated to one of her proven methods of dealing with things in those days: she cried. Wayne was really uncomfortable now, he just stood there not knowing what to do. Sue straightened herself out soon enough, after her cry. ‘I need to apologize again, Wayne, I have no excuse at all, it’s just the way I am these days,.