Oh, well, I thought to myself, at least I’ll have the images of her to jerk off to later.Anita came inside, and I walked her to the living room. She... was wearing a tight black dress with black platform sandals that made her hips sway as she walked. I motioned to the sofa and offered her a drink. I got us each a cold drink and then sat down next to her so she could begin showing me her stuff.As I listened to Anita, I drank in her sexy beauty with my eyes. Finally, she noticed that I wasn’t. I followed his lead and went behind him, ready to push my dick in.“Not so fast,” he corrected me, “first loosen me up with your tongue”. I slowly got down on my knees but before I could reach the ground Shoemaker grabbed me by the hair and buried my face in his hairy anus. Even as a bottom he kept his authority.I licked the hairy asshole and rubbed his tight squeezing hole with my tongue, while I held on to his firm buttocks. As much as I’d enjoyed being screwed to shreds by him, I definitely. But not from him. He had gotten his infection from his ex and she was already dead as she was not treated properly. His sickness was now in control but it meant that he could not have a partner. So he wanted me to get it from someone else so, that he could then come to my rescue. That is why he pimped me for the company. Un-fucking-believable."She was taking shallow breaths again."But I always insisted protection. He had already planned to use some infected ex-pornstar actor to get me infected. " The tall Scotsman pulled theConstable into the hallway and towards the first corpse. "It's simple yousee, we just put a pinch of salt on their tongue." From inside his jacketOsgar pulled out a small bottle of salt."Table salt?" Don't be daft." The Scottish Sargent took a small pinch of salt andplaced it on the tongue of the first dead man they ran across. "If thatwere the case I'd have a lot more than this on me." He shook the bottle.Owen eyed the corpse, was it his imagination or did the.