Though it made me sick to my stomach, I knew I couldn’t do anything. I took a right, heard the beating stop, and walked home. ***** As I was walkin... home, early, I kept replaying Kari’s reaction to my bruises. Earlier tonight my father had decided to try and cook dinner. I had tried to stop him since he was really drunk and I didn’t want him to injure himself, or to burn down our apartment. This had not gone over well, and resulted in him trying to hit me with the frying pan. Two things saved. . I opened my eyes as the tongue rammed home, plunging my cunt with it's warm softness. I moaned loudly and pushed back against that tongue, meeting each thrust. I was cutting it close, knew I had to ask quickly, but that damn tongue kept interfering, kept distracting me. I closed my eyes part way and groaned again, louder. Damn she was good. I held my breath, opened my eyes and looked at you, making my plea. "Master, may I please cum?" A groan pierced the room."Master, oh please! May I cum for. “Why don’t you put it on speaker in case I have to save you from my mom or something.”“You told me your mom liked me…”“She does, but her liking you is exactly why she may try to pull your leg a bit. She can be quite the kidder when she gets in a mood.”Finding the icon on his cell phone for his home telephone number, she made note of the number and then entered it into her own cell phone instead. “Do they have caller ID?”“With my dad? I wouldn’t be surprised if every call to our house was traced. ‘I…I can’t believe it could be Bill doing this to me.’ ‘We’ll see,’ Greg said. The phone rang and Greg got up to answer it. It was headquarters. ‘A State Patrol unit has a drunk stopped out on 105, about three miles west of the intersection with Benson Lake Road,’ the dispatcher told Greg. ‘The guy’s giving Sergeant Brewer a lot of trouble and the closest car they have is on the other side of the district. Can you get out there and help him?’ ‘Tell them I’ll be there in about five minutes or.