“Here we go, Ellen, I hope you’re sure about this shit.”“Murphy, you have me so worked up, I’m a fucking nervous wreck! Just get to drawing ...some fucking lines on my ass, then draw all over my tits and cunt, and my asshole; will you, PLEASE; I LOVE THIS SHIT.” Ellen said, and moaned again when I drew more lines, then more, and she was groaning now.Her butt cheeks were opening, and closing, clamping, and releasing constantly as I drew my lines in every direction.I got real creative now, and. This was all happening so fast. Five minutes ago Quandrell and I was having a nice conversation and now I was on my knees sucking his cock. I was now fully focused on cock. I’d worked his cock into my mouth and was now bobbing my head up and down, rhythmically suck on it. Not surprising, I was enjoying the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. I started to pick up speed as my mouth moved up and down on Quandrell’s cock. I was really getting into sucking his cock. I pulled away from his cock. Gradually, with Archie's help, I managed to start sleeping at night as I became more used to my environment.It was through Archie that I found out in advance that some sort of attack on me was being planned in retaliation for what I'd done to Karl Simpson. Turned out the bloke I'd accidentally killed was a small-time low-life who unfortunately was related to one of the main drug gangs in the city where I lived. I don't know if my ex-wife was into the drugs or whether she was with him because of. I guess you want to know what my experience is, so let me tell you a little about me. I was a deputy here for a years or so. The state police borrowed me to be an undercover drug runner for a local dealer who was a major distributor. After a year we shut his ass down. Then the state had to hide me out for the year it took to get the subjects of that investigation to trial. They hid me in a game warden job at the edge of the the great dismal swamp.Believe it or not we got involved with some.