She had brought the gym bag over. "Now take the robe off. You're gonna take a shower." Pat's gun pointed me into the direction of the bathroom. I ...had no choice but to play along for now and hope for an opportunity to overtake her weapon. I threw my robe off and went into the bathroom. Anne turned the shower on. I wondered what they were up to. Even if this part of the complex were not guarded, there was no way the other guards would let them leave the complex. Unless they had gotten to. There was so much that it covered her tongue forming a thick pool in her mouth. Then just to defile Heather even more, Jack leaned toward her and let a long dribble of spit drop into her mouth. "Keep your mouth open," he ordered. Then again he collected a mouthful of his saliva and spit and dropped that glob into her too. "Gotta give you a taste of everything, honey." You nasty little fuck." Now, swallow it," he demanded. Heather closed her mouth. It was a huge mouthful of cum and spit. She. I wish this moment could last forever." If I had shades on the windows to pull down, I'd make love to you right here. Let me go get the food so we can go home and be alone." I said as she pulled herself up and turned into her seat while I went to pick up our order.Once back at her place we set the food down on the kitchen island and she quickly pulled up two tall stools where you could sit on the long end of the kitchen centerpiece. This way we could sit close, almost face to face across from. ‘I wonder if her could sire babies?’ She had his sperm count analyzed. It did not surprise her that he had an extremely high sperm count. She phoned Helda Bronson, the wife of Henry Bronson, the director of the show ‘Cats.’ Helda had been trying to conceive for two years. She was now talking about adoption. Alena told her about Tom, and what a perfect man her was. ‘Want to try him?’ Helda’s reply was, ‘I’m not going to tell Henry. He does not like the idea of another cock in me, but tough shit..