I looked up and saw a rig in front of us, seemed like just inches away before impact. I slammed on the brakes throwing Sammies head into the steering ...wheel and her ass onto the floor board. Luckily we missed the rig and she did not bite my manhood off. Feeling bad, I apologized to her even though my erect rock hard cock now wimpy and throbbing ached for more. Not wanting to be the victims of our own devious engagements, from this point forward we agreed to behave until we reached our. This surprisedher and she turned around angrily. I slapped her face and she fell onthe bed besides Helen. Terrified Helen crawled to the edge and lookedat mom sprawled on the bed, her tits hanging out of her robe and hercunt wide open."Don't be afraid" I tried to calm her down, "It's alright. I won't lether hurt you. I think this whore needs to be taught a lesson." But she's your mother," Helen muttered, shocked at what I had saidand done."Make no mistake Helen," I said, "My mother is a whore.. "That's very good," he sounded a little condescending in his metallic tone, "Do you know what day it is?" I shook my head; I have no idea, maybe Friday? "It is Thursday the twenty-sixth of February, three thousand twenty one." Thursday? That felt wrong, but I couldn't think why. My head was really starting to hurt."Last question then I will let you sleep." I nodded, "Do you know what your name is?" I started to nod, of course I know what my name is, everyone knows their own name, mine is .... The name is Mitchell Saint-Marc. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome, brown-skinned man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Saint Dumas University on an academic scholarship. I major in Business Administration and I’m currently ranked in the top three percent of a class of four thousand. I intend to graduate with honors. Someday, I see myself as a big-shot in the corporate world. I’m twenty years old and currently in my third year of.