Ashley not wishing to leave, sat there for a moment when she heard her dad calling, “Come on Ash, lets get a bite.” Ashley jumped off the tailgat...e and got in her dad’s 2005 Chevy Impala. As she looked out her window as they drove off she saw Vicky blow her a kiss from her side of the truck before they passed out of sight. “You know dad, I think I might just like here.” Mr. Logan looked at his daughter in his rear view mirror and smiled, “I hoped you would.” As he started the car Ashley. It was usually quick, and decisive. They had already been tortured, and their loved ones killed, what further suffering could we inflict? It was just time for their one way ticket to hell. So I collected the money, kept track of the product, and called The Dogs. That was my job. It didn’t take many instances of people being tortured, and their families being executed to send a clear message: don’t play with our fucking money. It was after three months of seeing people fidget nervously when I. Once more, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gradually working it all the way to the top of my throat. I thought that I might gag but, to my astonishment, I didn’t and I simply swallowed his well greased shaft. It slid effortlessly into my throat and I could feel his balls resting on my lips once more. I worked him in this way until my jaw ached and I was quite breathless.I abandoned whatever restraint remained and began moaning and slurping loudly, just like the sluts I had enjoyed. I push myself in as far as I can, and make sure she can feel the pressure, every inch, in her gut before I pull it out. I withdraw slowly and start in again slowly, but instead I take it quickly and ram it home, two, three, then four times. While I continue pounding away at her insides she moans and wails like a mechanical banshee, and I'm loving every second of it.I look down at her, looking her hot body over, heightenng the experience all the more. I notice that her hands are grabbing at.