Life would be good. Bragging rights over Anton would be even better.Anton acted like he was more concerned, and stuck to Dylan the rest of the day."I'...m making sure you don't rub one out ahead of time to spoil the results tonight." So you are worried," Dylan laughed.Anton let him think so.They arrived at Dylan's apartment shortly after six.By six-thirty, Anton was describing the perfect blow job and five minutes after that Dylan had a boner putting a tent in the front of his trousers.It was. "Y-yes! Only hurry... oh... oh... darrrrling..." She nodded her head vigorously, her long blonde hair flying all around as the dog pistoned in and out of her.Mark hurried to accommodate her, and she was as good as her word. The relief of her legs being freed from the leather straps was so tremendous... and now she was free to buck backwards and get maximum enjoyment from the dog's swiftly thrusting hardness.Deep groans echoed from her parted red lips, her teeth clenching and re-clenching,. This rescue of Lou C Four is problematical for me. I really don’t want Lou lose! Turn him over to American justice? Why tie up the US courts with decades of appeals? Besides, it’s beneath the dignity of the Supreme Court to hear arguments in defense of the devil. Lou would! He’d take it all the way up to SCOTUS!Another prison, from which there is no appeal or escape? Unfair? Okay, something like a prison, but is not a prison! That’s fair! Loop holy, but fair! I wonder if?“Venus? Can you still. I resume our kiss as my hands go up under your dress and caress your bare ass. We kiss and you stroke between my legs until you can feel my cock straining against my trousers. Your hand finds my belt and deftly undoes it. Your fingers unbutton and unzip me as you kiss down my neck. Your hand pushes past the waistband of my boxers and takes hold of my shaft. ‘Mmmhmm,’ you moan. You plant kisses down the front of my shirt even as you are pushing it up my chest and pushing my trousers and boxers.