They’d just come to my house to arrest me anyway, might as well face the music.The problem was my car. I still had my photography equipment in it an...d I wasn’t about to leave it in the lot or let them tow it to some impound yard. I pulled out my own phone and called Marcy, my assistant. She used my car to run errands and had her own set of keys. She had been in Peoria with me and had just gotten home. I hated to do this to her, I knew she was tired after the long drive but when I told her the. Tears began rolling down her cheeks."Hildy, I know I should have come up here sooner. I kept thinking I would get what I needed in the mail and then I would..." It's not that. It's not about you. It's me." No, Hildy," he pleaded. "What's this all about?" Find someone who can give you everything you deserve. I can't. Just forget me. You'll be better off. You've got to believe me."Hildy began crying in earnest and Jim leaned back against the driver's side door. He didn't know what she meant, so. No, this complaint was about the back of the locker room where he’d found a big pile of cum on the floor. He whispered to me in confidence that he thought someone was wanking back there, and that we should do something about it. It’s a blind spot in the locker room, like a little corridor at the back with only four tall lockers and a bench facing the wall. Most guys probably don’t even know it’s there, you’d have to walk all the way to the end of the lockers and then turn right to find this. Everybody was laughing. Having that great sight the older lady came too. Alex mouth was filled with pussy juice and piss.A spectator knew about the good opportunity for the next vulgarity. She sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed the still hard penis and played with the head of the dick and the frenum, which were after the orgasm very, very sensitive. The slave screamed aloud from overpowerment and pain. A whole room full of naked women, cum was sprayed, but no real fun for him - what a.