Brenda noticed it though, because she lifted her bum away from my face. “Seems she doesn’t want to,” she complained to Anne, “can’t you make... her?” Anne stepped around the table, and when I looked at her face, I could see concern mixed with a strict, commanding expression. “You don’t want to lick her bum hole?” “No, Mistress,” I quickly gasped out. “Well,” she sighed, “that’s too bad. I really, really want to see you display how depraved you are by running your soft little tongue around Brenda’s. .. " What? You're mom? She cut her thumb?" Yes! And then... " And then what? Jennifer! Tell me!" She's DIED!" What? From cutting her thumb?!? Oh, honey... I didn't mean to make it sound... I'm coming over. Okay?" Please?!?"That's all I needed to hear.Even though it was dark out, I didn't hesitate to jump into Midge and push her as fast as she could go, which on a calm day was close to 100 MPH. What usually took me over a half an hour to drive, took me probably less than ten minutes simply. She stopped for a second and reached for her purse, she reached in and pulled out a packet of tissues and threw them at me and said don't make a mess and returned to kissing my dad. My dad cupped her buttocks and lifted the dress up to her waist and released her lip so he could take a nipple in to his mouth she made a little sigh as he played with her nipple with his tongue. The taxi driver had turned around fully and was openly staring at my wife's pussy. It looked so hot the way her slit. Did Anna do this? Was it a coincidence? Why would she do this? The trunk opened and I was brought into a rundown house. My captor smelled of weed, the house even more so. Trap music played in the distance. He sat back in an armchair and spoke in a cool smooth voice. “You’re probably wondering what the fuck is going on...” I nodded. “Well, I’ll keep it simple. Your hoe back there, Anna, sold you to me. Not before I raw dawged her though” he said with an evil smile on his face. “I. Own. You.” His.