I was not worried about the other members of the gang. From the looks of their dash from the mouth of the pass, I figured they were going to run for a...t least 20 miles before they figured they were safe from me. Of course, I would shoot any of them if I ever met them again, but Sanchez was the one I really wanted.I had no idea as to how clever Sanchez might be, so I decided that my safest bet was to treat the chase after him like I would treat chasing an Apache. The only difference this would. Soon both my nipples were exposed and being played with. One thing about David, is he's a great kisser ad soon had his tongue inside my mouth. John had my right nipple in his mouth and was sucking on it hungrily. As David French kissed me, his tongue twisting with mine, his hand was massaging my inner thigh. John's hand wasn't idle either as rubbed my pussy, which was already very wet, through my panties. It was an amazing feeling having both of them playing with my tender parts, while Mike. I knew Richard. I didn't know Brian, although I did vaguely remember him from Linda's wedding and I didn't really know Phil even though Helen had had him and Linda over to the house for dinner a couple of times. I knew Denny of course, but not well since I didn't like him and had avoided him, but I knew Richard.Every time I went into the bar Richard would join me, buy me a beer, talk sports with me, shoot some pool with me and all the time he was being buddy, buddy with me he was fucking my. After the fifth strike she was already disconnected from the screaming as though the pain belonged to someone else. Surely, she wasn't truly getting tortured in the hands of this psychopath? He stopped at 10, took a few steps and repeated the pattern across her back. She was gasping for breath between screams her face streaming. The pain was unbearable but unfortunately endurable and she knew she was nowhere near the relief passing out would provide. “Beg me to fuck your worthless pussy, or you.