The engine was still running, and all I needed to do was put it in drive and hit the gas. I looked out of the window and saw The Lumberjack was now ly...ing on the ground and had ripped his shirt off and kept it on the wound with one hand, and in the other, he was weakly rummaging around in his pocket for something.I could only assume it was a handgun, and out of fear, I threw the truck in drive and floored it. I could hear the tires spin out behind me before gaining traction, kicking up dust and. It’s all there. I watch as the first burst of cum shoots from my cock, across the tub. A second and third soon follow. I fuck my hand faster, up and down my shaft, enticing smaller spurts from within the depths of my balls. All in all there were eight good-sized shots of cum, not including the smaller, dribbles. I inhale deeply, relishing what just transpired. God, I wish you were here to enjoy it.Finally, I dry off and prepare myself for bed. Not that there is any real preparation required. Maureen stood up and handed it to him. Bruce lookedover the pink dress that was decorated with thin white vertical lines, aswell as a white collar and sleeve caps."Come on already. Put it on," Maureen ordered growing impatient with herhusband.Bruce nodded as he stepped into the dress and brought it up his body. Hecould tell the dress was made from a cheap fabric that he felt befittedthe occupation the dress was surely made for. After placing his armsthrough the sleeves, Bruce fastened the. Each time she cut, more of his sack would be involved, and each cut was making it harder for him to concentrate on the pleasure. By the time she was half way into the second slice, the pain had become so excruciating that he wished she’d let him come and then finish. He could feel his flesh and the cake it surrounded as it folded down from the rest of his scrotum to, finally, drop to the bed. Instead of cutting the slice up, however, she stopped and watched him, as if she were trying to read.