’ ‘I went to be with my husband.’ said Tina. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a free country… or is it?’ ‘Odd time to fly down... there.’ I said. ‘And by the way, our records show that you are not in the habit at all of visiting your husband during away games. So why the sudden interest in a visit now?’ ‘That’s none of your business.’ said the woman. ‘Mrs. Sasskind,’ I said, ‘would you like a lawyer to be present during this interrogation?’ ‘Do I need one?’ Tina replied sharply. ‘I would. “Not for me to decide. It’s for your new owner. I’m selling you. You understand?”“Oh, then I’ll be another man’s bimbo. Will he fuck me? I’m so hot and wet and juicy. I need to be fucked so hard. Cumming on a dick is so much yummier than cumming in the trunk.”“Jesus,” he breathed, pushing me along.I couldn’t see. Light bled through the hood, but not enough for me to make out any shapes. My heart hammered as I kept cooing. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he led me through the parking garage, my. We simply laid like this and quietly talked about what we should do that weekend.I told her that if the weather was nice, I would like to go up to Vasquez Rocks. I had to tell her it was a series of rock formations about 45 minutes North, and was famous for being in TV shows and movies. We could go up there and go climbing and walk around the park, then find something else to do later. And if the weather was bad, we could always take Mandy roller skating.She thought they both sounded like great. He looked down at his dick and she knew what to do.The cook’s dick seemed to grow even longer and thicker with the attention of the black waitress and I wondered if this monster thing would fit in Anita’s cunt.As his dick was sucked by Daisy, the cook inserted a finger into Ana’s tight rosebud. She gasped feeling the intrusion and let out squeals as this black bastard fingered her tight asshole.She knew what was going on and she pleaded at him.The cook moved between Ana’s spread legs and the.