Betts is not going near that house again. You guys stay away from situations where they can blackmail you too. Wendy and everybody at that party is ba...d news. There has to be others that were not at the party too."The guys went to my new home and I got out some of my funny money. We went to get the ice cream I talked about earlier and avoided all talk about the party.The guys left. Liza and I went home. When we got upstairs, she cried and cried. Luckily her mother didn't hear.Patricia came home. “I... Fuck... I’ll do it, please, just.. Don't call the police, please.” he said, voice shaky and defeated.She looked down at him, lowering her phone. “Alright, go ahead.” she put her hands on her hips, waiting patiently.“But.. Your shorts…” he protested weakly.“You’ve got teeth, haven’t you? Better use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I'm in that pretty little mouth of yours you’re going to wish I’d just called the police..” she threatened. His cheeks red and his. He stopped when he opened the curtain. The sleeping girl had woken up. She sat on the bed staring unblinking at Jax with huge eyes either from shook or surprise. Her fist clenched the blanket up to her chin preserving her modesty. Jax broken the tension with a statement he would look back at later and wonder how he pulled it off so calmly, "before you say anything, it was you who took your clothes off and you would have frozen to death if I hadn't brought you in." She looked away but said. Amber let out a brief moan. “That’s it baby. You work that finger into your asshole all the way up as far as it can go. Then you do the other finger. I want both of your dirty hands inside your ass.”“Ummmm…hmmmm” muttered Amber.Sam stood up and went over to the night stand where she produced a bottle of lube. She returned to find Amber had just barely started to run the rim of her asshole with the second finger. Sam grabbed her daughter fingers and yanked them away. “Oh no you little sly slut,.