Reaching around and getting a finger in there is just awkward and unsatisfying; it's not enough, I wanted more, I wanted Lad, I wanted to get pounded,...not fingered.I stepped outside. Lad was waiting, somewhat impatiently, right outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was aware of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising golden color of the late afternoon sunbeams coming. When he was seated fully in her, she was barely aware of It's tongueon her clit licking and sucking her. Sir started thrusting slowly. You areso tight, so tight. With every lick of It's tongue, it licked Sir's balls. It gotmore and more excited. Sir stood up holding her against him like a dollhanging on his cock. Pushing into her body over and over, pounding her.He fell to his knees fucking her doggie style, laying on her back goingdeeper. He reached around and rubbed her inflamed clit while. "But he probably didn't hold your head down into the mattress and call you dirty names while he did it." She looked at Randy. "Courtney likes to be humiliated when he's being Leslie." Leslie grabbed me by the back of my neck and squeezed me tight while I continued licking up and down on Randy's big hard cock. "You're a dirty little cock-loving whore boy, aren't you, Leslie?" she said. "Yes, Mistress Sherry," I replied meekly. "And you're going to deep throat this big cock like I did, aren't. She looked like a hooker." How did you recognize the guy," Eddie asked her."We was one of my customers for a while, but he got tired of me and moved on." she said."So what was his name," Eddie asked."Man, I don't know," she said.I sat in the corner of the interview room. It was a big room. The lights were off in my half of the room. The only light illuminated the table where Kara sat. "I don't believe you. There is going to be no deal for you. You haven't given me anything. I'm going to hit you.