"Just beat on my chest, here."Dorothy banged on the metal. "So?" It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart." So what does that mean?" Dorothy as...ed."It means that I have sex for pleasure, not for love." That's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But then, I do, too." Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man grinned. "Take a look at this!"He opened the small door in his groin, and out slid a shiny tube, studded with rivets.Dorothy stared. "How come that's not rusty?" Stainless. He slipped his cockhead away from my hole, but pressed more firmly into my cleft and started sliding his hard shaft back and forth. "You've given me a waking up present," he said, starting to stroke me. We moved against each other like that for a while, him getting harder against my ass, me bucking against him, pressing back against his cock while I fucked his hand. "Mmmm, I love this cock," he whispered. "You're so fucking hard. You going to cum for me baby?" I couldn't speak, just whimpered. " Ah yes ... nothing official runs on Labor Day Weekend across the river. You could register her Canadian. No? The fifth of September then. I imagine there'll be fines. I'd be exchanging before you pay. The Court says a dollar is a dollar."With that cryptic message, the Mountie presented his card."Preston, Sergeant Preston ... Royal Canadian Mounted Police." He tipped his hat and stepped out of the boat and on to the deck of the Forty Four. "Nice boat." The guardsman backed and turned, as they. We started getting rougher. "Do you want to be my slut?" I asked. "I do." she said. I spanked her and pulled her hair. She dug her nails into my back. I fucked her hard, grinding my cunt into hers, feeling our cum-soaked clits rubbing one another. Her head kept banging up against the car door. She was gasping for air in between thrusts, and talking dirty to me the whole time. It was passionate, almost savage, hot, dirty fucking. Eventually, I started to worry about her getting hurt. I had.