’s do not carry their bags Miss,” the guard stated. They opened the doors and Kara and I slid our little asses along smooth luxurious leather upho...lstery. “Fasten your seat belts ma’am,” ordered my guard, the black man, who had introduced himself as Sam. With clicks of seat belts, we pulled away from the curb for the hour and a half hour drive to the Minneapolis International Airport. We laughed as the Pioneer’s photographer tried to shoot pictures of us through the heavily tinted windows. After. After much travail, the prosecutor had determined that my actions that evening, responding to the active assault of my bound wife, weren’t going to appear unreasonable nor imprudent to a jury. She figured that the likely question on the minds of the jury would not be “guilty or innocent”, but, rather, “how come you didn’t simply end the assault, with finality, with your Colt?” The opinion probably would run along the lines of “How come Lance didn’t simply lay his butt down, when the nice man. MMMM your warm, wet cum pressed against my pussy all day.”“Yeah, I think I’d love that.”The scene abruptly cut to my daughter sitting in front of the camera.“If I ever show this to anyone I will probably edit out my teacher’s name, you know, just in case. But I will give a follow up. This morning I met Mr. Taylor before school. We were in his car in a secluded part of the parking lot. I started off my giving him a hand job with my used panties. His cock looked so good I couldn’t help myself and. He is notcheap. I do my best to keep him happy and at timeslike this I can pretty much buy whatever I want, aslong as I can get it all on the bike....After we stored my newly purchased loot up in the room the guys decided to have lunch and then do some riding. So we hit a different resturant close tothe hotel and then we all saddled up and headed offinto the mountains for a scenic ride and, whateverelse came with that? I love riding behind my man. Ilove the wind, the scenery, the rumble of his.