Smother Sandwich

"You should have locked it," Sgt Fforbes laughed. "I just slipped a couple of tins of black and some brushes in the back just now, should be enough, so what you waiting for?" "Sober up?" Al asked. "You sober, get real," Sgt Forbes laughed, "Get going before I think of something to book you for," he suggested. "It's not kicking out time yet!" I protested. "Bald tyre, no insurance," Fforbsie reeled off. Al emptied his glass, "All right, all right," he said, "I need some diesel," he added, "And I'm skint." "Bar Tender, a small charity donation if you please," Fforbsie said, "Fifty quid should do it, these fine public spirited lads are off to do some public service." Martha brought the cash over, "Harry said he paid you off earlier," she hissed as she handed over three tenners and a twenty. "Backchat eh?" Forbsie queried, "How would you like to go with them?" "I can't," Martha said, all tits and peroxide blonde, "I got things to do." "Nice cell back at the station," he observed, "Selling booze under age, and the rest." fetish "All right, I'll go, where is it Oldham again?" she asked. "Fucking Mexico," I said. "Glencoe," Fforbes corrected. "Scotland," Al added. "Where the blokes wear skirts?" Martha asked, "Kinky." "You going or what?" Ffores asked. "Ok, ok, we're gone," Al said. "Up the M6, M74," Fforbes said. "We got an AA map," I said, "Don't fret." "Me husband goes to AA on Thursdays," says Martha. "That's a different AA," Al sighed, "Get your coat if you're coming." We piled out the pub, it was fucking horrible, fucking raining, well drizzle, Al checked the number plates to make sure they was too dirty to read and we set off, him steering and Fforbsie, Martha and me pushing until Al could get it going because the battery was knackered. We all sat in front to begin with, Martha was well reality past her best by date, she must have been thirty six and she fucked like a dustbin on account of five kids and the fact she liked huge black cocks up her, but her tits made up for it, that and the fact she weren't fussy who she Big Boobs fucked and where, or where for that matter, including up the ass outside Woolworth on one memorable occasion. We droned north at a steady ninety, amateur speed cameras flashing like flash bulbs at the sight of Kate Middleton's tits, Al had the cruise control on, that's a block of concrete on the throttle, and he lay back in the seat steering with his knee like you do on a long haul. We had a game of Motorway skittles on the way, Al sort of straddled a row of cones in these roadworks and we knocked about a miles worth over before we got a cunt stuck under the van and had to dig it out with a pickaxe, then we got a bit bored and Martha and me hopped in the back for a bit. "In out in out," Al laughed as he swerved from side to side before I even got Martha's knickers off of her." "Oi pack it in," Martha protested, but it was hard to concentrate on rubbering up let alone giving her one when Al was swerving about all over the Motorway. "Fucking hell Al!" I swore as I tried to stick it in her. "Oi not up there!" Martha protested as my cock slipped and jabbed at the ass hole. "Al for fuck's sake!" I wailed but it was all right and I sort of squelched my length into her sopping cunt as she lay back on the old double bed mattress Al had in the back just in case he pulled. "Oh Johnno," Martha wailed as Johnno drove along Brunette the fucking cats eyes on the edge of the hard shoulder making the whole van judder. "Haha," he chortled. “And so thick, seven inches in circumference? Lots of soap, plunging my finger in and out, scrubbing myself clean. Someone stood up, his hand in the air. I make the first Brunette few strokes and spread the lube and its warming sensation all over my cock.....I'm more amateur turned on than I've Big Boobs been in years since my little girl with her big brown eyes and piggy tails is right there close enough to jerk me herself. As for his weight I could only speculate that it would be low, lower than it should have been, but I wasn’t about to outright ask. It makes me want to cum again.” My cousin (Jace) drives me over to fetish his house reality and we walk in. Two little munchkins run over to me and hug my legs. Fortunately we were just outside the pub that the group was going in to so we followed when we could. She looked at him with a mocking frown, I’m not doing this right now. I asked how do the slaves get bathed and fed? She said Master takes care of that when he is here, I said so they have not been fed in four days and you have the keys?