Greyson throws a hand signal at Cassidy before diving into a pile of trash bags disguising himself as best as he could so quickly. Cassidy follows sui... on the opposite side huddling in the corner of a dumpster in an attempt to make herself look as small as possible. A moment later a Citroën C6 whizzes past then hits the brakes screeching to a halt seconds later at the end of the alley. Greyson and Cassidy are on their feet within seconds slipping the remainder of the way as fast as they can. Davis. Now you can stay if you like, but I got the feeling a busy fella like you might want to be someplace else when it does." What, uh, what's going to happen to her?" Mr. Davis asked slowly."The nigger? He's a runaway slave," the sheriff said, pointedly correcting the other man. "So we'll try and locate his rightful owner." Oh." Mr. Davis nodded."Failing that, he'll go in front of a judge and become property of the state, most likely," the sheriff looked at me. "I reckon he'll be auctioned. I could feel my orgasm building. Once it started to build, I knew it was going to be huge. I felt the tingling in my groin as my wife increased the friction of her fist upon my cock. Again, forming an "O" with her thumb and index finger, she concentrated directly on my helmet shaped cockhead. Her other hand wrapped around the base of my cock and pressed inward stretching the skin tight. This served to make the sensations at the head of my cock more intense."I'm going to cum" I exclaimed. Her. You know what I mean, don't you?" Martin responded very comfortingly, "Sure, I do, honey, sure I do. You got a taste of what it feels like to be a nasty, cock-hungry, ass slut and you loved being gang-banged and now you want more, don't you, baby?"I said quietly, "Yes."There was a long pause before Martin spoke, then he said, "So, are you and your old man gonna come out here and have us fuck you both? Is that what you both want, honey? Is it, baby? You and your old man both want to get fucked.