His finger slipped easily inside me, and I could feel it as he shoved it in all the way, pressing his palm against my mound.He pulled his hand away an... very sensuously tasted the juices dripping off his finger...He smiled and stood up. Slowly, he began to undress. Each piece of clothing removed in such a way as to tempt me even more. Finally, he got down to a pair of flannel, plaid boxers. His throbbing cock had popped of the split in the front, and the head, ready to burst, was right in front. He will live but, for his own safety, he will serve theremainder of his sentence in solitary confinement. I suspect you are nexton their hit list and that is why I am here."George turned pale. "Oh my god, I'm a dead man! I spent a year on therun from the law. Now I have to run from the Mexican Mafia. I just can'tcatch a break." He felt faint as the blood rushed from his head.Fred stood and rushed to his side. With his arm around George'sshoulders, he helped his pale, hermaphrodite client. She bobbed her mouth on my cock, again running fabulous circles with her tongue – if I didn’t get hard without her help I was sure she could make it happen quickly, with that kind of technique. I took a handful of her hair in my hands and she looked at into my eyes again. My cock bulging her cheek she smiled then slowly pulled my cock from her mouth and let it pop out, a long rope of saliva running from the tip of her tongue to the tip. ‘You get very hard’, she said smiling, ‘I like that.’ ‘I. ”Her smile grew, taking joy in the compliment. Joy I gave her. She never would have had such delight before. “You've taught me so much, and I just feel like I need to thank you,” she said as she knelt before me.My chair creaked as I shifted. She turned me, her hands gripping my knees through my slacks. She slid her hands up them, her large tits swaying. My blood grew hotter and hotter the higher up my legs she traveled. My dick throbbed with my pounding heartbeat. Her fingernails, painted.