Kagney Linn Kartert and the burglar - PrettyDirty - 3 min

“Yeah, he’s terrified from what I hear. I guess he wants Hardcore to tell me something that he thinks will help his case. What could he say? We have everything on DVD.” “Maybe it’s something that happened before the wedding.” “Could be; let’s get going, okay?” We drove in separate cars—out Route 73 to Route 12 heading south. We drove around Reading before turning right onto Route 183. I followed Fred into the lot reserved for deputies and attorneys. I locked everything other than my driver’s license and my keys in the truck’s cab. Again following Fred I emptied my pockets and walked through the security area. Fred led me to what he called an interview room where we waited until Lori was brought from her cell. She looked like shit when she was brought in. Her hair was dirty and matted and her orange jumpsuit made her body look lumpy. She was looking down until she was seated. Then she saw me for the first time. “Thank God you’re here, Sean. You have to get me out of here. This is all a terrible misunderstanding.” I took one look at Fred who had a seat in the corner, more or less big cock out of the way, and then I laughed. I laughed my ass off. “Just a misunderstanding, eh? I suppose my champagne was drugged in error and then my genitals were caged in another error. You must have been having a really bad day because you shocked my balls about twenty times in what was obviously another set of misunderstandings. I assume that Marge whipping my back more than 4,000 times was yet another misunderstanding, too. What kind of crimes are they Fred?” “I’m Lt. Fred Ryan, Ms. Canning. I’m the deputy leading this investigation. I’m sorry to tell you that all of the things that Sean mentioned are Class A Felonies, punishable by as much as twenty years in prison, although the cock cage and shocking him are also sex crimes—sexual battery. You’re facing one cumshot count for locking that monstrosity on Sean and tits one for each time you shocked him. So far as the whippings, you’ll be charged with conspiracy—one count for each time the whip touched his back. That’s more than 4,000 counts.” “So much for ‘a misunderstanding,’ Lori, but that’s not why I came. I have all of your clothes and I don’t want them. I also don’t want to be accused of stealing them or your shoes or your jewelry so just tell me where to send them and I’ll gladly leave. It’s bad enough that you fucked up four lives. shaved I don’t need you fucking up mine any worse than you’ve already done.” Lori’s head was down when she spoke. “I guess you’d better send them to my Aunt Marie. Your mother might still have her address. She lives in Delaware and she came to the wedding.” “Yeah, well…I have to speak with my folks about returning the gifts. Knowing my mom she’ll already have the whole thing organized.” I got up to leave, but before I did there was one more thing I had to do. The small-talk on the way to the reception started off being cumshot unremarkable but developed into an innuendo-rich joust. My big cock dick was about 7 inches or so. "Oh, um, I don't know-" started Amy weakly, but she was cut off by her giggling friend. She is pretty smitten with you.” He said. “That is so good, so fucking good, I am going to squirt, watch me, watch me squirt.” Pinch my nipples.” She bunches up the bottom half of Jill's dress and slides her light blue panties down to her feet. I said where do I need to put her, Hardcore Athena asked you have her with you? And it was so tits cold, I thought my feathers would fall off. Julie parked the bike on the hard standing along the front then removed her helmet, shook her hair free of tangles and pressed the bell. Vicky grabbed the box herself and entered the room on her right, stopping dead in her tracks as she realized that she would soon finally have an opportunity to do anything she wanted with the stunning girl lying on the slab with her waist and breasts covered with a mortuary sheet. That includes you, shaved too,” Brian said proudly, playfully poking her on the nose.