She started a slow bobbing of her head up and down all the way on my engorged shaft. I put my hand on her head and she let me set the rhythm. Within a...couple of minutes, I felt my groin tighten and the surge of cum building. I pushed Brigitte’s head all the way down on my cock and she knew I was ready. She turned her head back and forth on my cock. I could feel the shape of her throat with my cock head. It was a mind-blowing feeling and I shot my load immediately. I pushed her down hard as my. Me – then bend over. I will start fucking you, you slutty bitch. You are my own personal randi. Whenever I tell, you suck my dick, you suck it as if your life depends on it. You drip your saliva all over it. And only when I tell you to swallow, you swallow. When I tell you to bend over, you be a faithful bitch and let me fuck you in doggy style.She- Okay. Will you do it slowly or quickly?Me – What are you? My wife? You are my bitch, my slave. You are tied to my window. I will fucking destroy. The deputy said that he would call the undertaker and we could forget the whole episode. That was fine with me, because it made me a hero in the eyes of four very influential men. Cruikshank did tell me that the man was a drunk and a wastrel, and he was very sorry that he had ever lent money to the fool. The bank now owned a livery stable it didn't want; was I interested in purchasing it? I said that I would let him know pretty soon. I got the address of the livery stable, and we let the matter. Ever since Patrick had kissed his mom, he’d felt not quite himself. A little more bold. More brave. He turned his bike and hopped it up onto the sidewalk and stopped in front of the cosmopolitan couple, blocking their path. “I hear you’re interested in meteors.”“Capital.” Mark exchanged a quick look with his wife and then offered Patrick a broad smile. “How can we be of service, young man?”“Well, I’m interested too. Name’s Patrick Lannit.” Patrick stuck out his hand. This sort of introduction.