.scared, embarrassed and yes, even still horny. A good assfuck has always led to me wanting more hard cock buried inside.I shivered as the cop ran the...cold smooth edge of his nightstick up my left thigh. "Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want." " I know you will. Keep that ass in the air - I'm enjoyin the view." I could hear him work the zip of his pants, and wondered what was in store. His fingers stroked the skin around my gaping asshole, and slid down to pinch a pussy lip, then he. We got hit by a raiding party just at dawn this morning. They thought they'd caught us unawares, but we had guards awake. They was a dozen or soz of 'em, but they wuz over anxious and too full of themselves. We number eight growed ups, or did, but if'n it hadn't a bin for our Henrys, we would never 'ave held 'em. They lost half and decided to skedaddle! Could be some still lurkin' about, tho." Can we do anything to help?" asked Jase."Naw, I don't reckon," replied the man. We uns 'll bury our. It was a desire that stoked the fires of degrading liberties heaped on a stranger with an even deeper desire to keep her humiliation known only to the both of us. Fortunately for me, most of my dance partners were of a more mature status in life and they were generally accepting of my terrible fetish without comment because it, no doubt, added some "spice" to their otherwise boring activities.My happy little Patricia was one to imbibe of spirits at most of these gatherings and she was prone to. If you're dead, you don't care. You can't be sorry for the ones left behind. There's even Scripture for it. Revelations 21:4 "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:..." Dead is dead, Jed.Daddy won big time, he had placed a lot of little bets in Detroit, Chicago and Las Vegas. I got my 70 grand, and Daddy was a believer.He also won betting on the Indy. By the time we had won betting on.