Turning to fetch it, I walked tothe front of the store, carrying her purse. I went to the counter andpaid with Theresa Meyer's credit card and they d...dn't even glance at it.I looked like a woman, but nothing like my wife, not that anyone couldtell with the bandages and bruising. The cab was waiting outside and Igot in."Now where, lady?"So I have Theresa's ID, none of my own and I probably needed to bail herout. The police would probably check my ID versus the credit card,which would cause. It looked to be about six or more and they looked to be Indian. In this part of the country, that most likely meant Comanche!Casually looking around, Jase spotted a small copse of woods about a mile away to the right.He said to Julie, "We are going to have to make a run for the woods off to the right. We are only marginally closer to it than the Indians, so if Jed is correct about the speed of Comanche horses, we only have a fifty-fifty chance of making cover there before the Comanche get to. I teased it a bitfirst, then sucked it into my mouth as my finger penetrated theslickness below. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she repeated. "There, keep doing itlike that. Ohhhhhhh," as she bucked against my face. I kept at it,driving her to orgasm after orgasm, until finally she pushed me away,saying ,"Enough". She lay back, drained. It was only then that I saw we weren't alone. Janelle was in theshadows watching us. I spied him running his hand up and down his hugerod. "Ready for the next chapter?". I had gone soft, and soft cock with hard core porn doesn’t quite cut the muff. Panic stations. Our contract stated that if I couldn’t get hard, we didn’t get paid – no play no pay. The tip of my cock butted her cunt lips but the shaft bent and grooved and failed to stiffen its resolve. My brain launched into distress and neurosis swamped with a barrage of fears concerning impotence, embarrassment, empty pockets, and footage out there in the world of me wrestling with my penis like a Victorian.