He was nursing a beer and Hank noticed that the man held it in his left hand, always leaving his right hand unencumbered. The man wore two pistols at ...is waist, holstered in a convenient cross-draw position. Hank definitely approved of the man's caution."Howdy, Mr. Sims. Asa, the bartender, suggested I talk ta ya 'bout a possible business proposition. My name is Hank Prescott. Mind ifen I sit here?" Howdy, Mr. Prescott. Ya're welcome ta sit. What's the proposition? Legal, I hope." Call me Hank.. "Keep my bedroom picked up!" WHAP! ... WHAP!I put the brush on your back and run my hand over your ass cheeks. I can feel how warm they have become from the brush, and I squeeze and rub them, easing the pain a bit.WHAP! ... WHAP! "What else?"You begin to cry, "Hang my towels on the towel rack!" you sob. WHAP! ... WHAP! The hits are harder now, and your ass is definitely red and hot.I run my hand down the back of your thigh, then slide it between your legs and up until the side of my hand bumps. When the overweight man with the big white beard told me at the funeral of my parents who had been killed in an airplane crash that he had been given guardianship because I was only seventeen at the time, I almost laughed because he was so fat and jolly that I swore he could have passed for Santa Claus.He was the closest relative despite being only the adopted son of my mom's first cousin. Apparently, he had never had a job and never been married so he had absolutely no idea what to do with a. “Yes, yes give it to me. Put it in now! I want it all in me. Unload that glorious seed deep in my ass,” Lisa screamed in delight.Mark did as she asked and guided his cock to her asshole. He didn’t need to use any lube this time. Lisa was soaking wet, and his cock has her juices covering it. He managed to pierce her asshole easily with the head. He stayed like that for a few more seconds so she could get used to the feel.“Don’t stop now. Push it in. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck my ass,”.