”“ ... she did?” He hadn’t thought about that.“Yeah. Her mother died of illness, brought on by her extreme depression over her daughter’s ...isappearance. Not long after, her father killed himself.”“I ... I don’t understand. Why didn’t she embrace them, or ask someone to?”“Many reasons. She didn’t have the same friends you did, or clout. And at the time, embracing was off limits except by special circumstance.” The man sighed, and leaned in toward Jack, over his mother’s waist. “And, even if she. Name it.”He pauses.“Well..”He stands up and walks over to the door, pulls out a key from his pocket and locks the door. I watch him come back but he turns me back around, he then places stands behind my chair.“I was thinking something, a little more...personal..”I clear my throat and fidget my skirt nervously.“U-um and what would that be..?”I say with a stutter, coming from behind me I hear an audible zipper sound and belt shuffling.“What are you willing to do to keep your job…?”“Just about. I noticed her breathing qetting heavy and her voice quivering, saying "you just don't know what this does for me". That's when it hit me, this little slut is getting off grinding her pussy against my ass while she massaged me. She began to concentrate more on the friction between her clit and my ass cheeks as she frantically gyrated her hips moaning. Georgette let out a scream as she began cumming,I jerked as I felt warm liquid on my ass and lower half. "That's when I found out this bitch is a. Laying against the garage were numerous wooden baseball bats. She told me to find a comfortable one and swing away.She backed off as I sifted through the bats finding one that fit my tiny hands. I noticed as I walked over to the tire she was placing her hair up into a bun and ponytail. It looked so very good on her as I began swinging at the stupid tire she suggested I name 'Blake'. I swung at 'Blake' for a good ten minutes until my arms got tired. Danielle observed the entire time and would.