She looks down at me and moans, "I need it, baby. Please tongue me."I push my tongue out as far as it will go and bury my face in her wet lips. I fuc... her with my tongue, pulling out to tease her asshole, then up and down her lips. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue. She unbuttons the shirt and begins squeezing her tits. Her salty juice soaks my face, and her faster breathing makes me rock hard. I run my tongue over her clit and continue up her belly and finally. Whether or not she could tell my full height the way I was bent over her, peering at what her angle of view probably interpreted as her twat, I was probably something to at least be curious about, if not scared downright shitless. The size and the body position were one thing, the costume was another.Of course I was in costume. You didn't expect me to go to a Halloween party without one, did you? I was dressed as Howdy Doody, the beloved puppet who ruled the airwaves, at least for children,. There was no blood. No scream of pain. What went through my mind then was that obviously my mate had already fucked her. While she was saying NO to me she was opening her legs for him. I needed to kill him and now my temper was through the roof.Untying her I carried her to the van I had stolen earlier. Throwing her still naked into the back with her hands tied I drove her onto the street and towards the entrance of the country club. When I got into position I dropped her out of the back. But what do we do now?” he asked.“What do you mean we, Paul?” I asked. “It is all yours. It’s on your property.”“Frank, part of it is yours. I would not have known anything about it if you hadn’t told me.” Paul replied.“Thanks, Paul, but I know you need it more than I do. You have told me how the 2008 melt down hurt your IRA. Mine is in good shape. Let’s wait and see how much we are talking about.” I told him.“Why don’t we take a little walk and see what things look like down there?” I.