A knock quickly produced a Mexican man of about forty-five or so. He was short but tough looking, with faded tattoos on his arms. "You the cop?" he as...ked me."I'm Deputy Mallet from the Sheriff's department," I confirmed. "I'll be spending the day here."He didn't look terribly happy, of course, but he was not hostile as he invited me in. The smell of cooking meat and spices filled the air, an aroma that, despite the uncleanliness charges, instantly set my mouth to watering. The dining area was. The conditions being you not clean up first and they can’t clean up tomorrow. They have to go to the big meeting smelling like the sluts they are. In addition, they should be at their peak fertility. You will promise them to pull out, but we both know you won’t. That should shut them up for a while.”“Are you fine with this? I will not do anything to hurt you.”“I think it is the only way to get them off our case.”We agreed on what to do and headed back to the house, not even bothering to get. Without hesitation, I grabbed Roz’s hips and jerked her down on my rigid cock. She was still orbiting Mars as my cock slammed to the hilt inside of her. She screamed as if all thoughts of sanity were now lost! Roz began riding me frantically, slamming herself down hard enough on me to actually be nearing painful! ‘Fuck me! Goddamit fuck me harder Jack!’ she was screaming at the top of her lungs. In response to her animal behavior, I pulled down harder as her grinding and gyrating hips assaulted. Jane thought about that statement for several minutes. Was it a numbers game? He asserted that it was better for a few to suffer, so that the majority wouldn’t. It was a harsh worldview that he supported. On the other hand, she felt that each individual of the majority should give up a little so that the few wouldn’t have to suffer. From the things Jack said about his timeline, it appeared that the majority had given up more than just a little. She wasn’t sure what to think any more.Breaking.