Now that she’d done it a few times she just wanted some “John cock” again. Fucker. He’d stopped seeing her so he could fuck his neighbor's eig...hteen-year-old babysitter. Whenever she thought about John she got furious AND her pussy twitched. Fuckin’ fucker. She wanted to slap him and kiss and fuck him at the same time.“Dammit,” Natasha said to herself, while Billy Bob grunted away at her. Apparently, the bitch was even more of a fuckaholic than she was! Which meant she must have been completely. .. the four tipis were still up ... although one of them had a note pinned to the door.“For Sale?” Call Jo at 6o7-2929. Eaton’s Ranch.“Jo?”“Karen Post.”“You left a note pinned to one of my tipis.”“Yes.”“Make me an offer.”“Fifteen hundred? Yes ma’am. For that I’ll deliver. Eaton’s Ranch?”I took the pinned one down, loaded it on the Dodge and took off. Wolf Creek south to Soldier Creek west to the Wye with Beckton Road. Beckton sorta south to the Tee with Eaton’s Ranch Road. Turn right. Half way. Dooley apparently read my mind. She resumed her fumbling with my belt, more effectively this time. She opened my pants and tugged them down over my hips. She spent a minute trying to figure out how the bottoms of my long johns worked, then finally shoved them to my knees with the pants. Having gone as far as she could that way, I was forced to disengage my fingers from her cunny while she crawled to my feet and finished undressing my lower body.I moved over on the bedroll to make room for her.. The clamps tore into my nipples. He then got a third one. Through the pain my mind struggled to understand what he was going to do with that. I looked on in terror as he went between my legs. He rubbed my vagina before pinching my clitoris. I screamed louder as he placed the third clamp on my clitoris. My body was being overloaded by the pain.He then lowered some cables from the ceiling. My terror increased as he tied one to each of the clamps. He then rotated a handle to raise the cables.