I'm about to leave this room with your beautiful daughter. If you want her back alive, I suggest you don't move. My friends will be staying here so un...less you want a bullet through your skulls, I suggest you stay seated'No one moved. He went over to cara and ragged her up and went towards the stairs. He stopped abruptly and turned towards Adam'Little boy, look at your pathetic cunt of a dad and slut whore twat of a mother. After I'm done with this bitch I'm coming down for you. Look forward. Throwing on a wife-beater tank top, baggy cut-offs and tennis shoes I made it to Cats house in fifteen minutes flat. She answered the door dressed in a fluffy white full-length robe with a sash tied tightly around her waist. Little Billy was already in school so Cat was alone in the house. We went into the kitchen were she told me to have a seat at the dinning table. After fixing us each a cup of coffee she sat across from me, reached inside the robe and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I took. She was pondering the rich array of extraordinary sounds she made, when an orgasm collapsed around her. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's. .Beebeep. A picture, on her knees, back against the camera, two men, still in suits, her two hands gripping two dicks, her beautifil long dark hair almost all the way down to her butt. Still with bra, gartner belt and stockings.Beebeep. A zoom, film, a dick with precum, her tounge sticking out just a milimeter away....licks it, and sucks carefully on the head. Toune slides down the shaft. His nutsack is covered with hair, she sucks, bites....it zoomes out, hands pull her.