"You are so beautiful either way, just perfect," I told her as I led her into the living area where I had the wine and glasses with some salty Asian-s...tyle nibbles in dishes.We sipped our wine as we sat together on the sofa, kissing, just happy to be together."I miss you, Russ, miss us being alone together." I missed you, too, Joy. I really want us to be together. I wish there was a way," I told her not thinking especially of the implications, just of the wanting to be together.We were together. The sudden crunch of tires on gravel reached us from outside the barn making my blood pressure jump. Bianca opened her mouth to talk. Reaching out, I pressed my finger against her lips warning her to be silent. I couldn't help but notice how silky soft they were. Car doors slammed. Voices floated up to us."Su madre es una bruja!" No, no lo es. Usted no debe ser tan grosero con ella!"I smiled despite my nervousness. A husband and wife arguing over the wife's mother, the husband too rude to the. This is a work of fiction, characters are mainly a part of my overactive imagination, and any relation to people or places is purely coincidental. This story contains forced sex, violence, prostitution and heterosexual relations. If any of these are illegal in your place of residence then please do not read. Contains graphic material not suitable for those under the age of 18. This is my first story, so feel free to comment and tell me what I need to change or improve on. In this chapter we. She shit them out, the last bit being pulled out by Frank’s hand. He held them up...covered in a combination of her ass juice, Frank's jizz and remnants of fecal matter. "Look at these shit and cum covered panties" he mocked, "it’s time for our anal slut to clean these off" he stated firmly. He manoeuvred to her head and as Joel removed his spit soaked shaft, Frank shoved the dirty panties back into her mouth. Cynthia took them in, the taste racing through her; it made her feel so naughty, so.