I was informed that I would have to go to the police station the next morning if I wanted to file formal charges. I agreed and thanked the officer. As... he turned to leave, he gave a nod to Paul and muttered 'Thanks, Mr. Newman.' It took my brain a minute to figure out that he meant Paul. I had never heard his last name and I was intrigued as to how the officer had known it, since Paul hadn't said a word the entire time. As he walked me back to the comfy chair, I looked at Paul with the question. Not even hesitating for an instant, she continued to bob her head back and forth, gulping down a healthy load of Ron’s cum. She was multi-tasking with the best of them at this point, still stroking and sucking Ron’s cock while she continued to rub her own pussy and swallow the large amount of cum being shot down her throat.Ron, still turned on by the sight in front of him, remained as hard as ever as he watched Narcissa work his cock over even harder. As Ron watched her silver head streak. When the time is right..."***WRONG IN SO MANY WAYS***I was on my computer late that night before going to bed. It had been another typical night with my family as if nothing was out of the ordinary. We had dinner, talked, and laughed that evening as we always did. And unfortunately, I didn't have another chance for private time with my mother.*knock* *knock*"Come in," I said.In walked my sister, dressed in a pair of pajamas like the night before. She didn't need any further invitation as she. I was about to unlock the door when a hand covered my mouth from behind. Something cold pressed against my throat. “Do not scream. Do not even fight, bitch” Hissed a man’s deep voice.He pulled my wrists behind my back, uncovering my mouth.Then my hair was yanked hard and the man showed me a big knife he held. I felt something wrapped around my wrists, tying them behind my back.I heard a tearing sound. A piece of silver duct tape went over my mouth. He made me lean over the hood of my own.