"Well he wants it to cover both my buttocks" "What, completely, Sal?!" I saidSally unzipped me and pulled out my semi hard cock rubbing it gently and ...continued " Yes, they will be completely inked, hon with his tribal motif which is a shield and spear (one on each buttock cheek) and with the words "Saul's Arse on one side and " By His Grace" on the other" " OMG , Sal" I replied astonished " How big will the letters be??"Sally increased the pressure on my cock, rubbing it harder" They will be. She let it fall from her lips long enough to encourage me. “Fill my mouth Mike. Let me see how much you enjoy this.” That was about all it took. I took my hands and placed them on her head. My pants fell all the way to my ankles. She moaned in pleasure at my hands on her head and she cupped my balls as I began to cum into her hot mouth. I leaned back against the door and she sucked for all she was worth. She even almost took the entire thing into her mouth as I was shooting. I spurted too many. Sure, they've swallowed a fair amount of jism so far on the Island. But it's usually been after one of us has pumped their ass or pussy for a bit first; and it's also usually after we've splattered their face and tits a bit. "I'm talking about some of us using the plastic 'milking' sheaths on our pricks, and then dumping it directly into a bowl or vessel of some sort that's suspended above their heads. I want it all to collect and be there for them, and not fly everywhere." Clyda's eyes. Her box was unremarkable, just the next dusty cardboard box on the shelf. I looked up the case. Murder, 1974. Victim, Laura Buono, 32. Francis Buono, her husband, convicted and sentenced to twenty-five to life. Francis died in prison in 1993, heart attack. Done and done. I opened the box to sort and toss the contents.And there she was.On the top of the pile of documents was a Polaroid photo of a naked woman. I picked it up slowly and stared at it as if compelled to do so. She was standing.