’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Go.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘I kissed her cheek and then Phillip and I walked out to his truck. ...‘Your mother is a sweetheart,’ Phillip said after we left my house. I smiled with pride. ‘I know.’ ‘Reminds me of my mother,’ he said, his smile fading. ‘She was always smiling.’ ‘Was?’ ‘She died a few years ago. Cancer.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘It’s all right,’ he said. ‘I know she’s happy now.’ He smiled at me. He drove around town for a while, talking and listening to. It turned out that we both admired some of the same artists. I asked her if she liked the artist Sir Edward Burne-Jones, and she replied that she did. ‘Let’s go then. I have something I want to show you.’ ‘I’m not sure if I should’ ‘Don’t worry, you can trust me. I want to take you to church,’ I said. ‘What?’ ‘Just come on, I promise you won’t regret it.’ She sheepishly agreed and followed me out of the museum. We took a short walk down Rue Sherbrooke and stopped in front of the Church of St.. FUCK you feel so good. Daddy started fucking me harder and harder taking his nasty bitch to extremes and then out of know where he slides his fingers into my pussy and fingers out some sweet jucies and forces his fingers and my juices into my ass. I jumped from being surprised and he slapped my ass and said get your ass back down there lol. I love the way daddy controls his baby. Just at that moment he forced his thick huge cock deep into my ass. I gasped again a few times actually. His cock is. Cohen was no fool, he knew how to manage risk, and he knew that if properly managed, nearly non-stop hebephilically-enhanced rewards were the pay-off.“Good then.” A knock, right on time, an electronic lock silently released. “Come in.”“Oh, good morning Bethany, and you must be Mrs. Weathers. Please take these seats. I apologize for not getting up, I have been feeling a little stiff in my lower extremities and it is better if I remain seated.” He felt Prudence’s teeth gently squeezed him,.