Sara. That's the name he said that his little perverted bastard ofa son was calling himself!Chapter ThreeFrom Before: Shawn Jackson was the child's na...me, but in his tirade, thefather had blurted out another name. Sara. That's the name he said thathis little perverted bastard of a son was calling himself!The father, Jerry Jackson, ranted and raved and was eventually escortedfrom the hospital by security and the cops, who arrived shortly afterJerry was taken into the private office. He was still. Once her k**nap had been successfully orchestrated and she was safely transported to this, the most carefully chosen compound, the ribbon was untied, giving a little more breathing room for of course no one wanted her to be asphyxiated (there was far too much fun to be had). Her suit, terribly expensive and practically brand new, had been cut off her body using sharp seamstresses scissors. The pencil skirt was slowly opened at the back following the centre seam, revealing the pale softness of. "Have you ever been butt-fucked?" I asked."No but I always wanted to try it. Will you fuck my Big Black Butt?" Laura knelt on the bed as I grabbed some lubricant from the dresser. "I hear it hurts the first time... Please be gentle."I assured her I would as I oiled up her butt hole and my cock. I placed the head of my throbbing shaft at her anal doorway gently pressing in. "Ohhh that feels... Uha... Oh yes more give me more... But slowly."I eased my rod in inch by inch keeping a slow rhythm.. I have to get my groceries home before they spoil. I'll see you later."Driving home, I thought about what I was going to do with myself. I didn't feel like going to the country club and making small talk with a bunch of snobs. I couldn't bring myself to call Rachel, or Mrs Conner. I was scared... I felt truly alone.I didn't leave the house or talk to anyone for the next six days. I was hungry for female flesh... and food. I was down to cold cereal for dinner.I finally ventured out to the.