Steven got out of his squad car, surveying the wreckage scene as he went. The civilian car was just behind a tree, but as Steven got closer to the fro...t of the car, he noticed that the car had, in fact, been rammed into the tree, just as Steven had suspected. Also, from this vantage point he began to make out the legs he had seen. Apparently, it was men’s shoes and blue jeans. Thinking that maybe the ‘dude’ had hit the tree, and not been wearing his seatbelt, had been thrown through the front. It's the same dealif they catch me going to the ballet." No. It's really not...," Kay began to respond before Martin cut her off."You don't understand mom. To an ordinary person, the connections thesame. Guy wears a dress, gay, guy goes to a ballet, gay." It's really not the same. You can go in your regular clothes. Youmight get made fun of, but you're just culturing yourself." Culturing myself? That's just something that women say when a guy doessomething gay but doesn't want to come out.". His moan was pitiful and I truly considered rescuing him, but chose to hold back as a lesson. She proved her versatility, switching the whip to her other hand to ease the beating of his other side. Again, after perhaps ten minutes, she rubbed against him to tease, stimulated him, then once again squeezed his jewels. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy. She was reacting, moving so her arse was easier to get to – although to be honest he didn't actually care but it was fun to see if he could push her over the top. He was horny again and loved the smell of her pussy and arse. He was building up quite a speed and she was starting to enjoy the feeling of four digits inside of her, her mind was lost to the discomfort and her new need to be filled. She was getting noisier and this made him more fervent in the way he was finger fucking her holes..