While I had been talking to the bartender (one of my rules in life, always make friends with the bartender), a red headed woman had taken a seat at a ...able behind me. After a few minutes, we began chatting. She was medium height, had long curly red hair (ouch – a real weakness of mine), healthy sized, and had a wonderful Australian accent. She was wearing a dark blue tank top with spaghetti straps and a beach wrap."So, you're the American everyone has been talking about." She said, raising her. Time passed, like some piston the tool just kept coming, bump, bump, bump the tool end battered away at her, consistent, regular and steady, would he never stop, bump, bump, bump, her eyes seeming loose in her head as each hammer-blow thrust up into her, every time hitting solidly against some organ that had never before been even approached… She felt him tense, then with a grunt like a contented boar she felt him fill her, those giant balls spewing cream up into her guts in great gouts of hot. I wanted to scream from the pain and to wank at the same time. I couldn't scream due to the gag and somehow suppressed the urge to masturbate. I left the gag on and untied the remained of the rope. It was time for take two now.First I have put true nipple clamps on my nipples and an elastic cock ring on my penis. I wanted it to squeeze but still not too much. Then I connected a chain to the nipple clamps that was also connected to the cock ring. This way I couldn't get all straight because it. The time was 6 pm when Inspector Alex walked into the jail.“Mrs. Maria. Here is a chance for you and your son to prove your innocence. We have got about four people who match your description. All of them were seen in the localities of the church hours before the crime took place. Have a look at them and if you find your person, then don’t do anything. Just come to us and tell us who it is,” the Inspector said leading us to the room where we were questioned.Standing before us were four people..