I'm not a fence, so if you steal some jewelry, don't bring it to me. Like I said, I'm not a thief. I'd been writing my thesis and it was going pretty ...well. I was doing a paper on physical education for k**s with autism. I had a year to get it finished and it really wasn't pressing on me. I worked on it some; made a deal for some of the new Glock 9MMs and sold a guy a system to spy on his wife at home. He thought she was cheating, but it turned out he was wrong. Friday rolled around before I. We’ll see. Have fun, enjoy dinner. See you tomorrow afternoon, baby.”“Love you, too, honey. Tomorrow.” I smooched into the phone and tapped it off. “Come on, you little slut. I need to pee then...” She interrupted me.“Francie, wait. Do it in the shower? Please? Let me.” She took my pants and panties off, then my top and my bra, and reaching down for my little peenie, pulled me into the shower stall in the room. Dropping to her knees, she surprised me, but calmly put her hands on my butt, and. Reaching down she ran her hand across her bruised cunt, the slightest touch sending shivers rippling through her entire body. As she touched herself she felt the warmth of orgasm wash over her once more, she let out a loud moan. Her mind replayed one specific experience over and over, making her orgasm roll on and on. She was tied to a pummel horse, feet bound to the legs, draped over the tops and her arms bound to the other side of the legs. A line formed round her, waiting for their taste of. Johnny Maxwell, another running back on the team, was small and very fitand seemed to have a big piece of meat for his size.But it was Ray Wickes' cock that really caught my eye. Ray was our startingwide receiver; a good-looking black dude, tall, around 6'3", lean, muscledand fit. He also was a "shower" with a banana cock that hung around 5 to 6"away from his body soft! "Hmm," I wondered, "How big does that thing get?"Ray's personality left a bit to be desired however. He always seemed tohave a.