The first encounter covered expenses, while the rest were profit. A good hustler could make 6 to 10 grand a month.I turned around, ready to read her t...e riot act but was surprised by what I saw. She was a very attractive but plain woman, tall with soft light brown hair, blue eyes and what I guessed was a nice figure hidden by the clothes she wore. The dress was the type I imagined a poor tenant farm girl might wear to church on Sunday mornings. I thought her to be close to 30, far older than. I know it isn't a lot to brag about, especially since they didn't realize there was a contest, but still. I had to go over my map again. I wised up this time and asked the map to show me only vehicles that could be used as residences and I specified that they should be currently unoccupied.I got more than I bargained for again. Somehow the difference between searching for what I wanted and just looking around let me see maybe half a dozen more items this time. The motorcycle wasn't on the list. Her pussy tingled delightfully as she saw the fear in Gordon as his face was pulled toward the more inviting task of Lana's bulbous ass.Lana had placed herself so that she and her victim could view the waiting post; though most of his view would be blotted out by her huge ass cheeks, she knew he could sample the delights of her hot sticky anus and see the post that he'd be broken on, whilst lapping her voluptuous asshole. The fierce and unforgiving looking whip was placed beside her across the. My hands grasped her firm butt cheeks, fingers into the musculature. Angling forward, I gave her rubs along the apex of her vagina and friction for her clit. Her eyes closed in concentration. Her panting shortened and stopped as she arched. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, the last word through clenched jaw. Mirroring my hold on her, her fingers dug into my butt. In the constriction of her hold, I plunged thrice with short powerful thrusts and froze deep, pressing my pubic bone against hers and subtly.