What they did not know was that these disappearances were the result of a new gang in town who were taking the cars, stripping down the VIN numbers an... selling them across the border. I came to this information when I caught one of the thieves trying to steal my own car while I was scoping out warehouse space. These thieves were all small timers and after a little time on my torture table I was able to work out a deal with him. He would dispose of the car for me and in turn I agreed to. Then the guy sucked me. I was so ashamed of what had just happened I couldn’t wait to get away from him. I had met him on a city street where gay men cruised. I got out of my van and waited for someone to stop and offer me a ride. He took me to his home where we did the deed. Well, the shame lasted for only about a week. I wanted to do it again. I went back to that street. I was hoping that the same guy would come along again. He didn’t but another did. This guy drove me to a park. We sucked. Before long she was so turned on, wanting, needing. "Fuck me!" She whispered with an exclamation mark.With that, he quickly sat forward, spun her around on all fours and knelt behind her. Robynn lifted up offering herself . . . openly."Damn, you're hot." He said as he slipped in.Robynn jerked her head back as he entered. He was the perfect size. She spread her knees further apart allowing him complete access. He saw that and moved in deeper. Robynn began licking her lips. The feeling of. “That's it, slut! Work that pussy! Oh, damn! What a hot sheath! I don't think she's a fighter. I think she's a fucker. She should be one of Slata or Biaute's whores, spreading her leg for every man that wants her. Damn, she's boiling.”My pussy tightened. I wanted to cum so badly. But I wouldn't. I sucked at the Master's cock and massaged the dick in my pussy. I clamped my sheath down hard, twirling my hips. The dick fucking my pussy slammed deeper and deeper into me.“Fuck! What a whore!” The.