I did wear my best clothes to church, and that meant that I had to buy a new set of everything but boots, belt, and hat. I had this thing about going ...anywhere unarmed, so I carried my Starr revolver in my left pants' pocket. I even had a few extra cartridges in my right pocket. I did not say anything to Martha about it, but I think that she knew because of the way my pants hung. Oh, well, Martha did not complain, and that was what was most important to me. On the other hand, she may have known. Heck, if I were 15 years younger and you were gay, I’d be asking for your phone number.”He looked at me intently for a moment, then said, “It’s 872-8421. And I get off at 6.”Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! I couldn’t believe my luck. I scrambled for my phone, screwed up the entry code because I was hitting the keyboard in a panic, finally got logged in and told him to give me that number again. He did. And he told me his name – Jess.I got him added to my contacts. My ears were ringing and my. Und da… explodierte ihr Innerstes in einem gewaltigen Orgasmus. Ihr ganzer Körper verkrampfte sich, sie zuckte unkontrolliert, und aus ihrer Fotze schoss ein Schwall Geilsaft.Erst jetzt gab Marc sie frei. Hastig sog sie frische Luft in ihre Lungen. Zwei Atemzüge gönnte er ihr, dann rammte er ihr seinen Schwanz auch schon wieder in den Mund. Vanessa wehrte sich nicht. Warum auch? Sie wollte benutzt, ja missbraucht werden. Sie wollte nichts anderes sein als eine willige Fickstute. Marc hatte. Everyone will watch; then my black mates will fuck you as you deserve…but your wet cunt will belong to me. I’ll own you; you will be mine from now on…”Then I kissed him; my tongue went in his mouth and I came again…As I came, Tyrone tore my dress off my shoulders, ripped it clean off. I didn’t care, I wanted him to. He ripped my thong off, leaving me naked there in the dance floor. I unbuckled his jeans, hands trembling, undid his button, before unzipping his fly. He was not wearing underpants.