Not like half of these people would want you as their kid anyway. My mother, short and frail-looking, threw a glass jar at her feet and Lena jumped ba...k from the bursting shards of glass. You dare not say that she eloquently roared. The black dresses that all of the women had on were so&hellip, fitting for Lenas evil personality and the men were dressed in all black. Mom tossed her red hair behind her shoulder and continued: Lena, you are in no place to chastise anyone when you, you yourself. Lynn started to moan and groan, high pitched noises and sighs, then a whole load of her cum ejaculated over my arm and into her pants and jeans. A low moan and my fingers slowed and her breathing calmed down, my chin was now soaking wet. I stood up.”There is that better?” I asked.“Yes,” she sighed.“You didn’t say thank you, you ungrateful bitch.” Her captor was angry.I walked around her back.“There’s a punishment for bad manners.” My cock was solid again after witnessing her explode.I lowered. Although Vanessa decided not to mention that her co-worker had made love to her shoes earlier that day. But Stephen was also a foot guy, he may appreciate the story. But she decided, not.Vanessa saw the love of feet as any other preference, like how there are leg men or breast men. She had come to realize over the course of her dates with Stephen the depth his actual foot fetish had. And she was eager to please. She had on a grey and green dress. Her smooth, nude legs going down to her newly. He slid the blade across my panties, careful not to slice them yet. I couldnt believe it. My body was working against me. I was getting wet. And he noticed. Holly, Holly, Holly. He snickered. Look at this. He pulled my panties up, making my wet pussy more visible without having to undress me yet. He placed the blade against my slit I didnt move. I couldnt move. He laughed to himself again as he moved the blade to slice off my panties. when they were off, he lay the blade on top of my stomach.