Beginning to tire, Dutch decided to finish her off, and reamed his tongue into her asshole. Rosa shrieked and screamed and begged him to stop. ‘Are ...you coming?’ He asked. ‘H . . . Haven’t stopped . . . Still coming!’ She was gasping for breath. ‘My God . . . I can’t stop!’ A tinge of pleasured panic filled her voice. He thrust two, then four fingers into her sodden cunt and stretched it wide. Then he drove them in and out as fast as could for twenty seconds. She came continuously. When he ended. Walking over to him, she kicked his side and pulled the handgun from its holster, pointing it at his right leg. "Stay still, unless you want to be dragging both your legs," she calmly spoke, not showing the slightest hint of remorse. The man flinched, cowering beneath her, and then the rambling happened. They all do it, start bumbling about how they didn't mean to steal, and they were forced to do it, all that crap. Claire just did her usual routine; she kicked him sharply in the neck, and he. Dan's cock was now hard and straining against his pants as his daughter humped over him. Dan told his daughter again how wrong this was, but she told him that she didn't care that she only wanted to make him happy. She asked him if it felt good and Dan told her it did, but he just didn't like it being her. Roni told her dad to just think of her as being someone else then. She told him to pretend it was Tammy that worked in the kitchen. She told him that she knew he like looking at her because. She emailed the text off to the newspaper in PDF format to stop them altering it and she then got down to writing something on a similar line for Hello magazine as well under her assumed name of Shelly Conrad. This way she'd get twice the money for basically the same story. The newspaper would just assume that someone else was at the seminar. Once this article was emailed she sat back when her mobile rang. It was nearly 11pm and she half expected John but it was number she didn't recognise. As.