“It’s good to have you back on the show, especially so soon,” John says with a warm smile.“I’m glad you allowed me to come back,” Rustlin ...eplies with a chuckle. Both hosts and the audience laugh in response. “More serious though. It is tragic news to hear of the murder of Marsha Golding.”“I’m sure there are circumstances surrounding the issue, keeping you from giving out too many details, but what can you tell us?” John asks.“For one thing...” Rustlin says, trying to keep the smile off his. As I got in position, I felt Bianca's tiny hands grasping my ass. John walked in front of me stroking his length. 'Go on baby, get that tight ass ready for me to destroy.' Bianca's tongue found my rim and began flicking around. 'Are you ready to have your ass destroyed?' John asked me. I could only nod in approval as moans kept escaping my mouth."Pat was now gripping the bed sheets with one hand and vigorioisly stroking his solid throbbing cock with the other, as another rule was he could not. She had put on a trouser and sleeveless top which were showing her clevages amply the amount of fairness she had was arousing me she was getting high now with smoking and drinking and again I asked her what was wrong with her and why she was looking sad for which she told that her husband had multiple sex partners and she was in need of sex badly. Now she was moving towards me because of bangalore weather and asked me can you satisfy me because in family it would be safe and she wanted to try. Each time a cock would leave my mouth I would utter some nasty comment directly to my husband. Each time a load of hot cum would be emptied down my throat I would then spit out the empty tube of meat and proclaim my love and need for more before desperately seeking a new and still cum loaded cock for my hungry mouth. The last thing I can remember was being carried around and impaled on dick after dick in what seemed like forever. With that memory came an orgasm that made me lose consciousness.