I already owned you so much that I would do anything you ever chose to ask of me. Then you got Trudy involved. We thought we had lost her after we saw... the pictures of the destroyed car. No one knew where she was, how she was doing, or if she was even alive. We expected to find our friend return to us, missing a leg, arm, both legs, turned in a quadriplegic pissing into a bag while using a straw to move around and communicate. Not only did she come home completely healed, but Trudy looked. Uh-huh. Well, I'm kind of in a rush and I know that it's Saturday afternoon, but would it be all right if I swung by now? Uh-huh. I'm already passing Pontiac so give me 30 minutes. Thanks Madelyn."Thirty-five minutes later, Travis swung the truck into the parking lot and parked it across all five spaces. He turned to Anya and asked her, "How do I look?" Your hair needs combing," she said.Travis grimaced, "I don't have a comb. I lost it a couple of weeks ago."Anya shot him a dirty look and he. .Please. What do you want?" She shivered not so much from the cold, but from dread. A certain dread that it would soon be her turn. The last 24 hours had been a nightmare. First, the handcuffs, then the humiliating removal of all her clothing, and the final shame of the brutal cavity search by the smiling female guard. The screams of the unknown prisoner had become shriller and more distinct in intensity. "Whack!" "Oh migawd! Stop! I'll do anything." The pattern was unmistakable and. I immediately started fucked her asshole hard and fast and every now and then she would give out a long deep moan. I then pulled my cock out until it was only touching her asshole, then with all my might I slammed my cock inside her mature back door! I swirled my hips around in a small circle and could feel her asshole stretching. A moment later, it was back to long stroking her like the White slut she truly was. Minutes later, Ms. Reynold's asshole began gripping my cock to some unknown.