He gladly moved his hands sliding them right up to her pussy lips and massaging them. Sally was really enjoying her massage letting us know with her m...aning of pleasure. "Time to roll over" I said sofly to her. I placed a small towel over her eyes so the light was not too bright. But mainly my reason was so she could not tell who's hands were where. John continued massaging her pussy for a while and then moved back to her tits. He moved back to kissing her tits while I fingered her pussy. Sally. He approached me and kissed me hard. He was feeling my chest through my shirt and slipped his hands under it to get to my bra. That’s when I realized his hands soaked in engine oil made my shirt a mess. He got rid of my shirt and bra and went back to rubbing my chest and oiling up the front of me.Butch spun me around, reached under my skirt and stripped me of my panties saying, “Your bill hasn’t been paid in full yet. Now bend over that hood.” I did what I was told to do. He pushed my legs. When they got the door all the way up they see Don hanging from the rafters, then they see him move, they say shit he’s still alive, but why does he smell so bad then they see his black balls and cock, they call in the paramedics. Don would wind up living, but there was no saving his cock and balls, on top of that because he had beaten Anglia so bad, he was convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to twenty-five years. He was an immediate hit in prison, by the end of his first month, he was. Of course, pay had stopped, and though cops may work simply for their undying loyalty sworn since Day One as a fresh recruit, few would put that responsibility above their own families. But since there was food, there was order. Didn’t help much in the long run, though. If only our mayor had been the president…well, maybe this whole disaster might’ve been averted. On that day, somehow, I got separated from my mom and sister as they went to collect our day’s rations. It was just after sundown,.