By the time Hannah was seated on the can, her pee had stopped; only a few ounces at most splashed into the water below. While Samantha was mortified, ...Hannah was laughing at what happened."Oops, I've sprung a leak," she said as she stumbled out of the bathroom, "Guess I should've gone before we left." "Yeah, you should have," Samantha replied. "I hope we can clean this up." She got some towels from the bathroom and began blotting her sister's pee off the carpet. It was then, however, that. I’d expected that to be that, so to speak - with Max disrobing out of his pristine suit before taking Sara and my girl for a tumble in my bed.But no.Sara had arrived earlier, under the premise of having ‘our little chat’. She’d brought a green patchwork quilt bag with her, and asked to leave it in my room. I’d thought nothing of it at the time.‘It’s me tools,’ Max explained, digging inside it and pulling out various lengths of rope.He then proceeded to tie my girlfriend up, utilising a series. "I guess some it stuck in my hard head."He hesitated and asked, "Would letting them go make you feel better Deputy?" Yes sir. I don't especially care about them but Mr. Jones has a lot riding on getting his herd to market. He doesn't deserve to lose everything because of a couple of drunks."Jennings looked at Dillon for a bit and replied, "Tell the marshal that I'm not going to press charges and let the men go." Thanks Pastor. I'll go take care of it right now." Dillon stood and offered his. And just like before I was moaning like a bitch as the head of his dick was drilling the back of my throat with his big chocolate balls tapping my chin. Suddenly Mr. Walker pulled me to my feet and ripped my shirt off and pulled me into my living room. I forgot Mr. Holmes was with him, as he sat on my couch stroking his big chocolate dick. “Yeah, this bitch suck dick like Janet Jacme, he got your dick wet Walk. Now suck my dick bitch.” As I bent over to take Mr. Holmes in my mouth, Mr. Walker.