One of my favorite salesmen is a forty-year-old stud, I’ll call him Cam. He is five-feet-nine-inches tall, two-hundred pounds, muscular, heavily tat...ooed and a real cutie. I’ve seen him half a dozen times and he’s never questioned my impatience. Some sales people would get tired of me returning time after time. We were getting down to the short strokes of negotiating the dollar difference. I figured he had no more wiggle room but what the hay, I blurted out anyway, “Who do I have to jerk off to. ‘Hey, put that condom on first!’ Tom yelled at White, pointing to a square wrapper on the nightstand. ‘Okay, boss, but that wasn’t part of the deal, so you’ll have to do it yourself if you want me to wear it that bad.’ White got off the bed and walked over to Tom, getting close enough so his penis throbbed right in Tom’s face, nearly poking him in the eye. ‘Get that outta my face, I ain’t touching that!’ ‘Fine, use your wife’s hand then, or we’re doing it in the raw.’ White tore open the. She was face down and bum up with James behind her, his hand pushing down her back and his other hand feeding his erect cock into her anus. She was crying "Please stop, it hurts." She was told to "Shut up, slut, you started to like it last time." "Yes." She whimpered "but you gave me stuff to feel good." I stayed and watched in case she would be seriously hurt. She whimpered all the time until he ejaculated in her anus. Later, in bed I thought about "stuff" and "last time". Was she referring to. The long 'barrel' was made of a polished blue metal with a pair of chrome 'fangs' spread about two inches and pointed slightly toward each other. When Jeff pulled the trigger, there was a crackling electric noise and a sharp snap.Jeff realized it was a kind of a cattle prod.He turned the knob down to the lowest number and approached his blonde sister, still laying there on her front; bound and not moving much at all save for a little movement here and there. Jeff didn't know how much the prod.