You fucking bitch. Yeah now lick the sweaty crease between my balls and thighs. Oh yeah bitch, Yeah that’s it. Lick that old rotten sweat down there...you mother fucking piece of shit. Fuck you, you god damn son of a bitch!!! Start sucking my god damn cock now slut!! OOO yeah, that’s it Hema, suck that cock nice and hard. Yeah I want you to stroke it with your hand while you suck on it. Oh yeah, scrape your teeth on my dick head. Oh bite it. That’s it, nibble on the head. OOOO that feels so. ' Miriam was equally thrilled by the added spice this brought to the situation, dropping her gown to show the excitement expressed by her poking nipples, and the dominant form that Arne had already submitted to.'You will be made most welcome Mistress Finch, it always brings the pleasure of total defeat to a male when he's taunted with the presence of an ex-wife or partner at the gallows; we have hanged several males over the years under more direct betrayals, the sense of complete bewilderment. "Yes, Yes I cried and mumbled, that I had two cameras in my purse reminding him I wanted pictures of when he and the others fucked me. He laughed, saying that I would have my pictures to remember this night.Removing his finger, he brought me to the front of the bar I was facing the men and he told me to start to undress. Two men were holding my camera's as I started undressing slowly making a show of it. Unbuttoning my blouse I let them see my bra, they could see the size and shape of my tits. Then get your ass over here. I'll be ready for you. Aren't I always?" I laughed at her eager manner as she quickly shed her clothes. Of course she was not wearing a bra or panties. Of course not. She was always my little slut. Here for what she needed. I was fast, too. As she approached me I was nude myself, standing up with my hardness ready for her ministrations. "May I touch him, Sir?" She was now on her knees and her blue eyes were pleading. But I knew she was singing inside. I knew her so.