“Not as good as the original,” he grumbled, “but it will have to do.” Vi teased him about it. “So! New and shiny won’t equal old and worn ...ut, eh?”“You don’t understand,” he growled. “I was used to the old one. I knew all of its quirks. Now, this new thing. I’ve got to learn it all over again.” But when she wasn’t looking, he grinned. He did like the new and shiny, after all.Mike Peterson returned to his cabin in its secluded corner on the Brightman ranch. It was undisturbed. Although he’d miss. I held all of it in my open mouth. The cop came over and lay his cock across my face. “Look at the camera fag” he said as he took my photo. “Sarah come kiss me” Sarah made out with him while he stood above me. He pushed her away and spat on my face “your girlfriend tastes like my cum boy. Now swallow!” He yelled. I nearly gagged on the cum, there was so much that I felt full from it. Sarah helped me stand up “can we go now?” She asked. “Absolutely not!” Said the cop “you saved the car, but now. The saree was lifted high above the thigh by only shawl covering above it. She had a continual orgasm of more than twice by using my hand.After sometime she told me through action that I can sleep by keeping my head on her thighs. I under stood her intention and just lied down by keeping my face on her bare thighs. She covered my head with shawl and guided me to her pussy to eat. She lifted her bottom and made her legs wider to give more access. She started to force my head more towards her. This sort of material was only made available to the rich elite men and women of this world. The pleasure-slaves surely did not want these images to be shown for all to see, and so the pleasure-palaces were discreet in who they sent their advertising to. Certainly, Marcus couldn’t have found this kind of stuff lying around on the street. So it seemed very likely he had found it at my house, probably noticed in the trash, and nabbed it for himself.It was obvious what he was using this material.