?Take? A? Good? Long? Look.? The voice continues in the harsh, mocking tone as she’s harshly lowered by the guiding hulk of the forearm she’s str...ddling. Terrified as she senses herself being lowered, held eye level with the brunette’s bulging breasts just inches from the nearly translucent flesh of the taut areolas and flattened nipples, she sees, smells the fresh trickle of blood oozing from the encircling barbs buried deep against the arching chest beneath the swollen tit flesh. Her. "Ed?" she was moving toward the closet door.Followed by Darla she opened the front door. "You have news about myson?" she demanded.She was shown a picture of him. Shoulder length, light brown hair, blueeyes, the face was the same as the one from the picture she'd received atthe beginning of the school year, from the old woman."Yes that's Ed. Where is he?" We were hoping that he was with you. We know about the arrangements youmade to keep him safe from his father," stated Ms Treat. "He left a. She wore a white button-down blouse, the top few buttons undone revealing a revealing neckline and the tops of her pale white breasts. Encased in a lace trimmed white bra, her ample breasts forced themselves against the material of the blouse, making the blouse semi-transparent in the overhead fluorescent lights, allowing me to see the outline of her breasts against the fabric. A dark skirt covered her upper legs, and her calves were muscular tight encased in nylons as they were tucked. Since you have already told me there is nothing in it for me, now I'm not interested." What you mean you ain't interested. I got dressed and came back out after I was home just for this," she said."Then I sure hope you and Jerry have fun, cause I will not be part of the night's games. I do wish you luck though." I said."Hey bitch, I'm a cop I will fuck you up," she said to me.I smiled before I said, "You should know Teneesha, I record all conversations with people I just met. I know internal.