"Are you smart enough to do that?"You wimper, "no... no, please stop... let me go..." I can see that I am going to have to help you out." I rise up on... my knees, towering over you, and peel my shirt off. You watch me. Muscles ripple across my chest, shoulders and tattooed arms as I pull the thick leather belt from around my waist. I crack the belt in the air.I'll do it, I'll do it!" You cry, but it is too late. I jump off the side of the bed and half roll you over, half toss you onto your front.. The park is flooded with the sounds of the two lesbians screaming in each other's ears. Quickly, I get out and sit on the hood of my car, the head from the engine warming my butt from the cold night. At this point, I am not going to last. I lay back on the hood, bury the massive tool in my ass and put it on full blast again. As if in a trance I feverishly start pumping my cock while pushing in even deeper, screaming in orgasmic agony. Suddenly, I cum over everything. Ropes and ropes of cum are. I had been in jail now for five years, three months and ten days. With the overcrowding in the state penal system, the courts had ruled that once a prisoner had served seventy percent of his minimum term, he or she was eligible for parole. The parole board had granted my parole on the third try. No one showed up to protest or to advocate for my release since I had made it clear I wanted no one I knew to know about my upcoming parole hearing. I asked only one man to speak on my behalf. I hadn’t. The guy on the floor slowly stood up and was replaced by the man from behind the counter. He pulled his dick out and stood between her spread legs.“Are you having a good time?”, he said, smiling as he held his cock out towards her.“Sit up.” I told her, helping her up while pulling her shirt off. I pushed my naked girlfriend towards him. She was moving slowly, and I could tell she was stoned.“Good girl. I want to feel that mouth of yours” he said, putting one hand on the back of her head, as she.