"It's almost new," the salesperson enthused as I looked at the Volvo 850R T5 critically. "The buyer changed his mind at the last minute. His wife want...ed a Benz. You can have it less 15%."It was square in shape and rather unlovely although the car magazines had a lot of nice things to say about the beastly thing. It looked about as streamlined as a union blockade, but that's Volvo for you. Fast cars have always fascinated me. Driving fast beats flapping through the night in bat shape, not that I. Here's your sissy faggot reward. Here is yourass full of cum." Ohhhh, yesss!" I said. "Fill me with your seed. Fuck my sissy ass andcome inside me!"With my legs still pinned by his arms he pounded my ass before making onefinal deep thrust. "Uuuuuuunnnnggggghhhhh," he moaned.I felt his ball sack spasm, mashed between by the cheeks of my ass. Ifelt the heat and wetness as he shot his load up my ass. I felt...complete. Although I hadn't come as I had always fantasized I would frommy first. Until I could feel his legs pressing against mine and knew he was as deep as possible. He paused for longer this time.Even though he was smaller than Idiot, he made me feel so much different. Every millimetre was like a tiny version of the burn you get in your muscles from a good workout, only it was all centred around my vagina. It was like he was stretching the muscles in my vaginal walls, but he couldn’t be, he was smaller than Idiot and he didn’t give me that feeling. Then when Luke was as. Sam and Bo were bitter as hell about their loss of their gunhands because of Tom Cooper and were asking everyone if they knew his whereabouts.One day in St. Joe, they were talking and spouting off about being willing to pay fifty dollars to anyone that could help them hunt the man down. The injun known only as ‘Breed’ heard the story, he told them he had seen the man that they spoke of.They hired him on the spot to track Tom down.Breed had heard some folks talking about a Tom Cooper breeding.