I walked over to Luis and asked him if he could come inside and look at a dry-wall project I needed to do in the playroom. He said sure and came acro...s the street.Damn, it was no time until I told that little fucker I wanted his dick in my mouth, and we ended upstairs in bed. The sweat from his balls was damn sweet once I got his painter’s pants off. Fuck, did he look good laying against the pillows, smoking and playing with his hairy balls while I sucked his dick and pulled his skin over. I was led out of the room and down into the basement, which was more like one of those fetish playrooms you see in the magazines. There was a padded sawhorse that I was led over to and told to lay on. As I did, I felt my legs strapped to its legs, then my arms were unbound but quickly rebound to the legs of the horse again. I was now strapped bent over this thing when I heard something being placed behind me. "This should do the trick" he said as he then wheeled a mirror around in front of me.. He sniffed again, longer, stopping at key spots along the surface. As he roamed the gusset like a perverted anteater, various strengths of smell invaded his nostrils, from faint traces of urine and sweat, through deliciously pungent pussy juice, to the exotic aroma of her big butt. It excited him more than he'd care to admit. Though he adored the filthiness of the taboo act, he'd only indulged with one other chubby girl – Summer was her name – and she'd been only too willing to give it up after. He waited, hearing them come closer and finally stop just behind him. He made his body stay limp as he felt himself prodded with a rifle barrel. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face, and Alex hoped the killer wouldn't realize that dead men don't sweat.When he didn't react to the prodding, the wielder of the rifle grunted and said, "Not so damned tough after all, are you? Apache Kid, my ass! One bullet. That's all it took to put an end to that legend!"Alex waited until his.