It wasn't just a dream, it was a real memory. I remembered finally and I remembered everything. We'd crashed and my parents had died because Angela ha...d been there. Standing in the middle of the road, for just a second, just long enough to make my dad swerve the car and hit that tree.She'd killed them as easily as if she'd bitten them, and perhaps she had, because I didn't remember anything after that. Not until I woke up in the ambulance. So Angela might have come to the car, to the wreckage of. “I know, what a naughty birthday boy,” she said. “And you haven’t seen what I have underneath.”“You are a great tease,” I told her, placing my hand on her bare thigh and caressing it.“I planned all of this just for you,” she said.When we got out of the car, I followed her and her clacking red heels through the parking lot as if we were mother and son. Anybody watching would have thought we were just that if it wasn’t for her quickly lifting her skirt to show me the red strappy cheeky panties. "Am I doing it as good as Mom, Daddy?" I assured her that she was, even though she wasn't. Her mother had perfected her cock-sucking skills on hundreds of cocks at swinger parties. No novice could equal her. But in some ways, she was better than her mother. The psychological thrill more than compensated for her lack of skill."Now I'm going to teach you a little trick, Baby. I want you to wet your middle finger in your mouth and slide it up into my ass. Every guy loves to have a finger up his. She had gotten used to the low temperature in her room and almost forgot about the chains and heels she was wearing.Since the man had left the last time she had counted 10 bottle refills. So she was alone for 10 long days now.Slowly she started to get crazy. Her mind was racing for escape or at least a plan but there was just no idea.The fan outlet on the ceiling was just too small and not worth trying, the sink was covered in her feces and also too small, the feeding hole was too small and the.