Lot 069. You are suddenly aware of yourself as a commodity, a buy-and-sell slut, an object of pleasure. As I talk out of the earshot to the guys, you ...emember my explicit instructions. You turn around, bend over, lift up your skirt. You hold the position for one minute, staring at the floor, wondering what the guys behind you are thinking. Then you turn, crouch down, place your hands on your head, and hold your tongue out, just as you did for me. It’s an ordeal, holding your tongue like that,. The friction making us pant in sheer. animalisticdesire. My lips savaged his lips in a truly perverted kiss of deepincestuous passion. Tongue duelled with tongue as we sucked on eachothers lipsticked lips. He broke the kiss and lay his head against mine,cheek to cheek as his buttocks flashed, pumping madly. driving thatincredible hardness deep into me, his own perverted mother. I started topant into his ear, nibbling it at the same time.'Yes, baby.' I moaned. `Love me, screw me, fuck your hot. She was his trophy wife. She loved sex, she was experimental, she had the tightest pussy he had ever had, and most of all his was the only cock she had ever felt. She was his spectacle that everyone was jealous of. He loved her short blonde hair framing her face in her black rimmed glasses. Her pert and supple 36Cs, and her sexy thin waist that extenuated her nice firm ass. For a 37 year old she didn't look a day past 25, which was much more than Chris could say about himself. Now he sat. “Tom I never expected to see you ‘n Cal this soon, what happened?”They told the story of the man and Indian woman they ran upon down in the panhandle by the river. Then they told about Joon Slaughter walking up after they all thought he was dead.“I reckon we never identified the man that was brought in from out in the brush thicket and took to the undertaker.“That must have been the guard that jumped the train during the robbery,” Sheriff Wade said.“Yep, that explains why we never got the two.