Miller. He had sandy blonde hair and kind blue eyes, he wasnt as tall as Mr. Miller either maybe 510 to Mr. Millers 61. As his blue eyes raked over me...my first thought was how ashamed I was. But with Mr. Miller standing there and Dukes tongue up my slit I couldnt help but moan and feel hotter. Sheriff Owen cursed under his breath. Damn Clyde.. He didnt peel his eyes away from me. This aint right Clyde.. Mr. Miller grabbed his arm and pushed him toward the bed. You made a deal. Said you had to. I was feeling no pain, wine on an empty stomach, as I ran my hand up my wifes leg, searching for her piece of heaven. And it was going to be warm and wet in heaven.After a glass, Tiffany's cell phone went off, like she was about to. The hubby calling, saying he would be home in 30 minutes. SHIT, she said. I wanted to see you guys fuck in front of me! OH WELL!We talked a bit more, and I offered to guide my neighbour MILF home, while the wife got ready for fucking and bed.One glass of wine, was. I was hoping the spreader bar that I built would work as I envisioned. I pulled it out from behind the door. I held it in one hand while I took a sip off the beer. She looked at it, then looked at me in horror, her eyes wide, pleading with me. My cock stood tall as I saw the look in her eyes. I sat my beer down and held the bar up for inspection. It was a 4ft long piece of pvc pipe with a long eye bolt drilled through at each end. I had already clipped a pair of handcuffs into each. This group held about twenty-five dwarves, but carried themselves with a similar level of professional bearing as those leading the way. While they were all shorter than he was, and more muscular, he didn’t see any beards longer than an inch or so. And none had giant axes or war-hammers. All the weapons he could see were shorter, stabbing blades, though each and every person John could observe had a small-handled shovel of some kind attached to either a back or belt. This was no ‘Lord of the.