That is if you are up for three in a row.”“Yeah, if that’s all you want I can stop there.”“You little shit. Get your ass naked and lay down ...n that soft grass there.”Sharon laughed at Hoot, ‘he said he’d stop at three fucks if that’s all I wanted.’“Shit Hoot, you do get big when you get hard don’t you? That’s a weapon, it’s not a cock,” Sharon said as Hoot lay down with his dick sticking up.“Hand me that rubber and let me see if it will even fit down over this axe handle.”Sharon was on her. The fat man has a firm grip of her hair and it looks like he is pressing her head down to his crotch. On the last picture he's got the blonde head clutched all the way down against his loins and his grin has grown even wider.The man behind the desk turns to the next page and starts reading."The woman in the pictures is belived to be Anna Smith, also known as "Agent Hooters". She is a secret agent working for a top-secret intelligence agency, operating as an independent entity but with. "Your dad had just graduated from West Point. He was twenty-two. I was seventeen. I had been in love with him for as long as I could remember."I'll never forget the day we picked him up at the train station in Pueblo. He was dressed in his uniform with all those ribbons and medals pinned to his breast. He looked magnificent! I decided right then that I just had to have him at least once before he went off to marry that girl from Boston and maybe even go to war. In my mind I think I rationalized. He cringed at what he had heard. He caught a glimpse of the school manual once. There was a photo on the front cover of a Governess with two young, very dejected young boys at her side. She had one by the hair, as he was being forced to watch her viciously caning the other. His shorts were still on, but you could see the angry red welts that had formed on his bare lower thighs, from his beating! And there was a noticeable puddle of pee at his feet.J's dad, had heard through a friend, that.