He kept looking at her pictures and it was getting his cock rock hard. He started to stroke his cock and thinking about her. He was tempted to answer ...he ad but thought he better not. He closed the web page and tired not to think about his best friend's wife like that. But it kept coming back to him.A couple days later Tom called Rick up and asked if he want to go with him to run some errands to run for the wedding. Rick said sure since he was the best man. But the real reason why he wanted to. “Good. Will you do something for me, Slave?”“Anything!” she cries desperately.“I want you to climax for me. Nice. And loud.” With that he slaps her roughly between the legs, his hand crushing her peach in his palm, lifting her roughly onto her toes, the intensity driving her over the edge. She thrashes uncontrollably in her chains, throwing her hair back in a howl of released desire, her pussy clenching in the vibrating panties, thrusting her sweat-soaked breasts into her master's face. Then I seal the plastic inside metal propane tanks holding dry ice. I carry lots of furniture and junk to look like I've been to a storage auction, and Joe Trooper isn't usually willing to wade through all the junk when his dog hasn't alerted. I've been stopped carrying weed a dozen times, but I've never been busted. Crossing the border from Mexico is a different ball game. I won't do it. Of course, non-d**g contraband isn't a problem except for weapons. No one knows where you got it anyway. I. Doris stood petrified. The cool night air and the handling of her tits had stiffened her nipples, and she was breathing fast. Lynn bent down and put her hands on the outside of Doris's thighs. She too was breathing fast. Slowly, as she slid her hands upwards towards Doris's hips, the soft leather skirt was hitched higher and higher. Lynn's hands reached Doris's bare thighs, above the stocking tops, and in the dim light we could easily see the bare skin and suspender straps. Lynn kept going.