With all that land mass, the bad guys could have hidden a small town, let alone a trailer selling Oxycodone. Still we had to look, either that or take...up a hobby.I had been on the job about a month and was breaking in pretty well, when I found the kid shoplifting. I had gone into a convenience store in one of the smaller communities to get a cup of bad coffee when I saw him blatantly pick up a bottle of bleach and just walk out the door with it.Of course I put the coffee down and retrieved him. "Damn them," I snarled after the door closed."Not their fault Walter," Mike said.He went to the stacks of pallets and started pulling some of them apart. He turned around and a shimmering appeared next to the bench. A coffin appeared on the silver section of the floor we had been wondering about. It was made of dark wood, with silver binding. It was opened and I could see that it had red silk on the inside and a little pillow."That's not what we fucking need, Rala," Mike hollered."I know, and. While in kitchen she was cleaning the utensils and I asked her what’s the matter? Why we’re you so eager? She was sweating too. I gave her the napkin and she gave me a naughty smile once again. I asked her to tell me what’s the matter and she suddenly holds my cock and said this is the matter benchod , meri chut ki tera lund chaiye . Mene bola : pagal ho kya ap ?Riya : muje bewkuf mat bana tu meri bhrn ke saath ho kar Raha tha muje SAB pata heMe: kya ? Then from.back Heena also came, she said. I ….please have….another?” Your left hand pressed my middle back down again, pushing my ass higher in the air. Using your right hand, you slap my inner thighs several times, causing my knees to move farther apart. In this position, my pussy lips were sticking out, swollen, just begging to be touched. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Not allowing me time to catch my breath, you deliver 4 blows, rapidly to my ass. The belt touches my pussy lips and sets them on fire. Pain…true pain…radiates through my.