I got in between his legs and once again began blowing him.That's it bitch, suck my fucking cock.He had his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed up...and down continuing to stroke him. He then pushed me off of him. Still on my knees he pushed me up against the tool shelf. He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the shelf over my head. He thrust his hard cock in my mouth again. I had no choice but to deepthroat his cock. I started to gag and he pulled out. A sting of my saliva connected my lips. I have the number of his office in Las Vegas. While I’m doing that, why don’t you check the Missing Persons Index on line and see how many more women have mysteriously disappeared with our Harley riding ‘locusts.’ OK?’ ‘You got it, Jack. Did I mention that Winston Churchill called the German Nazis and their military machine ‘locusts’ on occasion? Didn’t you say our Harley riding dudes wore German army helmets? And wore the Iron Cross, 1939 swastika style?’ Jack looked puzzled at that. Whenever I fucked arse I would think it was me on all fours dressed as a slut taking a big cock up my tight arse hard.I was gutted when the relationship ended as I no longer had the high heels to wear, so for the first I went and purchased my own. My god it made me feel so horny ask the shop assistant for a size 7 high heeled shoe, I first thought that she didn't know they were for me, that was until she came back with the sexy black strappy heels, she looked me in the eye and said "would you. College assignments had piled up and she fell to bed exhausted most of the nights.One night she had stayed up late to finish one of them."Dammit,run out of coffee!"She noticed."I'm going to collapse if i don't drink some."she thought and went down to the nearest 24/7 store to buy some.It was dark but the street lights provided some light.It's not like she hadn't walked around this neighbourhood all the time.As she was making her way to the register,she saw through the store's window,on the.