Now and then she would look up at Butch or over to me while licking shiney dickhead! God how I wanted so badly to reach up under my mini skirt and to ...lay with my secret clitty cock as Auntie Maye had referred to it just the day before. Instead I found myself moving my top crossed leg against my lower one while feeling the shearness of my nylon fishnets creating such a pleasant substitute friction feeling. As I exitedly viewed Aunties sliding probing tongue work yet lower over Butches devine. Witnesses just didn’t exist in the Dog Run, even in broad daylight on a crowded street.But everybody knew. Her pimp, a guy named Deke, had had a little too much blow and decided she’d been holding out on him. Maybe she had, maybe she hadn’t; only she could know for sure, and that door was closed forever.He’d carved her up bad, especially her face, before he killed her.And that, at least, mattered to me. Brought back a lifetime of memories, bright and dark.I’d stood over the body, looking at the. You thump yourself harder with each thrust, my fingers matching your pace. Shuddering out, I feel how quickly I peaked. Intolerable pleasure races through me; such an incredible climax takes me. I feel as though I've thrown myself off the tallest building, free falling into a hard orgasm. I cry out, my voice ringing out, as you thrust deeper inside me. I know you’re fighting the need to orgasm, wanting to last as long as possible. You quickly throw me over, laying me on my back. You thrust. " I reckon yes." So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?" What do you mean? A good time girl." All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it don't matter to us, we get to fuck you either way." No please don't say things like that, you're frightening me." Ok then I won't mention fucking. But you know.