After all, it had been nearly a month since my last visit. I hadn't told the bitch when I would be back either. I pictured her life for the last fou...r weeks, waking up every morning knowing that when sunset came it would be time to strip down and wait for me again, to spend the entire evening kneeling in her own hallway, naked and scared and shivering and alone, wondering if this would be the night I show. How stressful it must have been, and how utterly tedious, to waste every waking moment. The drive home was short, and she had nearly begun crying on the way there. Shane had kept telling her to relax, that it would be okay, but Amy knew her dad. He was probably drinking. He would definitely be angry. And that combination, when it came to her father, usually meant someone got hurt.Of course, he hadn't seriously hurt her in years. He'd stopped slapping her around when she was in the fourth grade, when the social worker began making visits after a teacher had reported her bruises.. My dick would erupt. I thrust my hips forward, slamming my cock to the back of her throat.I painted her tonsils with my futa-cum.The jizz boiled out of my girl-balls and burst out of my dick. It splashed into her mouth. She moaned in delight and then swallowed. She gulped down my seed. I gasped, my pussy convulsing. Shuddering. Juices gushed out, dripping down my thighs.“Yes, yes, yes, Athena!” I moaned, the dual delights surging through my body.I drank in the convulsing bliss from my cunt and. . Q: ‘Officer --- did you see my client fleeing the scene?’A: ‘No, sir. But I subsequently observed a person matching the description of the offender, running several blocks away.’Q: ‘Officer, who provided this description?’A: ‘The officer who responded to the scene.’Q: ‘A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called offender. Do you trust your fellow officers?’A: ‘Yes, sir. With my life.’Q: ‘With your life? Let me ask you this then officer. Do you have a room where you change your.