"Usually they will talk some," Bobby told Bud. "These bad hombres, they don't talk." What do you normally do with them?" Bud asked."Usually I call the...Sherriff," Bobby replied. "The second time I catch them, well, I give them a trial by ordeal. They spend three days in a pit with rattlesnakes. If they are innocent, they come out and I give them a lift back to the border. Usually they are guilty as hell and don't survive the first night. Then I just dump em in the desert. If they autopsy them,. Scotty began to lick Gail's pussy harder as he felt her stroking his cock.The feel of the dog's prick twitching and pulsating in her hands aroused the teenager even more, and she shuddered violently with renewed bestial desire."Yeah! Fuck me with your tongue, Scotty!" Gail cried as the animal rammed his tongue in and out of her tight pussy.She wriggled and writhed on the dog's tongue. He was tongue- fucking her faster now, his pink taster flying in and out of her. She could feet his dog-cock. It’s a good and dirty French kiss, a wet, sucking, tongue battle like you wage face-to-face in the heat of coitus. I close my eyes and wallow in it, lust tendrils snapping and crackling from my scalp to my toes. Too soon, always too soon, he pulls away and returns to the hay bale, but I’m happy and I pirouette on point like a bondage ballerina. Once, twice, three turns, until a scary smile ghosting across his face tells me ballet time is over.“Tessa, I need you to pick a number between one and. ” “Well the deal is simple. If you son has misbehaved, then you have to be punished. Do you understand what I mean?” Chrissie could see what Mr Cranwell was suggesting only too well. “You naughty boy!” she thought to herself. She stood up and, leaning over and placing her hands on his desk, arched her back so that her bottom was raised. Her face was inches away from Mr Cranwell as she smiled a wicked smile. “Is this what you had in mind?” Mr Cranwell smiled in acknowledgement and walked.