She had felt guilty at first, but had grown into the power over a few months, feeling more confident in it's use and what it allowed her to do. But ov...r the last few days, she had noticed the men following her. With a few quick looks at them in windows and through mirrors and such, she got the idea the two of them weren't exactly out for her best interest. The problem was that she had no real idea of what to do about the two of them. She knew that if she approached the police and told them that. The girl was amazed as the muscles in my dick lifted her from the ground. When I got hard, she was standing on her feet, bent at the waist, as I continued to move her back and forth on me. I must say, she was good. Despite barely being able to breathe around my dick, she managed to retain enough muscle control to massage my dick. I was soon spraying deep into her throat.I threw her off of me. "Get on the bed!" I commanded. She got up and ran to the bed, throwing herself atop it. I stepped out. “Damn bitch, you are fucking good!” He then had me get on all fours. I bent down and put my head on the sheets with my ass in the air. I felt more lube poured onto me and just wanted him back in me. I felt one big hand on my waist and then the tip of his cock pushing its way back in. I laid my arms above my head and grabbed the sheets tightly. There was a short sharp pain before the rest of his cock began to penetrate me. “OOOOOOhhhhhhhhh, YES! Oh Yes, Jerome. I love your cock in me. Fuck me. What happened next only came to be because, by chance of laziness, I was not dressed like someone who was about to spend their day at the beach. I drove to Poser’s and parked my car. I had been listening to my IPod through my car’s stereo system—no good radio stations in the middle of nowhere—and so I stopped to unhook my equipment before running in to the store. As I was pulling wires, I became aware of a red Grand Prix pulling up in the spot next to me. I looked over and saw that the driver.