Still, my girlfriend was enjoying it and her pussy was getting wet. Her fair ass cheeks had turned red. What a sight it was. All this had made my cock...rock hard.Enough with the spanking, now it was time to fuck her. I threw the belt away and stood behind her. Rashi was still in a standing doggy-style position.I grabbed her by the waist and inserted my cock inside my girlfriend’s wet but still tight pussy. Her pussy was warm and it clung to my cock as if it was hungry for it.My 7 inches cock was. I could see he was looking over at the big cast iron stew pot that was simmering on the open campfire. It was obvious he was hungry."Hey kid, you hungry?" I said, smiling at the young boy."I sure am Mister," he said. "Real hungry." Okay, go on over there and get one of those empty cans near the Stew Pot, dip it in, and help yourself," I said. "By the way, kid... , What's your name?" Jimmy." He called back, already on his way over to the Stew Pot simmering away on the makeshift campfire.A moment. He is on record as threatening anyone who is stupid enough to give evidence against him or anyone seeking such evidence. I guess that includes me. He would know that Callie and I have lived together for years, he would know that we are very close in our relationship and he would know that threatening Callie would get to me. What he didn’t know was how far he could push me before I retaliated. If he kept up the pressure he would find out. I just couldn’t think of anyone else that could be doing. Jones. If he wants sex, they’ll give him sex. They are afraid to upset him but he is a considerate partner. The money the women get helps them to buy a few luxuries for themselves because their husbands don’t know.”“I’m not surprised the husbands don’t know,” I interrupted, “if some of them did know I think Mr. Jones would be dead.”“Perhaps. Then what? His money runs this business. HE runs this business. Without him there would be no business, no jobs and no money. His wife would sell up. Any.