I was taken aback a bit, despite the fact that I had been having sex with him since the day I saw him with mom, "Kiss me you whore" he demanded again ...and I knew to obey ( he had been drinking and I could smell the booze on his breath ) and leaned in and kissed his lips. We kissed for a few minutes, his tongue exploring my mouth, when I felt his hand go on my tits, caressing and squeezing them through my blouse. He backed off a bit, "You like being my whore?" he asked, looking at me. I. Finally, Jennifer turned her head toward her son and gave a weak smile when he looked up in kind. "Would you forgive your old mother Ronald?"When he did not acknowledge her question or make an attempt to answer, Jennifer felt suddenly very small. "Would you stay with me until I fall asleep? Please? I... I am not myself tonight."Ronald wanted to bark that she was pissed and frustrating as hell. He was very conscious of the slow rise and fall of her blouse as she breathed, of her stretched black. I hadn’t given a price and to be honest I didn’t really care. I just got fucked by three beautiful cocks and fed an amazing amount of cum. It was kind of euphoric. I stood up and felt my knees go weak. I decided to take a short break and made my way back to the bathroom to rest and clean up a little. I was almost certain that one of those three had cum inside my pussy and just kept on going. It was Probably Emerson Marshall, which would explain his rather weak cum shot onto my face. I could. They took the girl into the house and then left about 20 minutes later in the white van. We kept taking pictures of everything that was going on, even zooming in on the license plate of the van.I had heard on the news about a rash of kidnappings in the surrounding communities and hoped we had stumbled onto the hideout of the kidnappers. I gave them a few minutes to leave and told the girls to wait there for me while I went down to the house.I covertly made my way to the house and peeked into.