Anne glanced at her son before complying with Camille's command.Camille put the call on speaker and listened to the transatlantic ringing. A gruff Bri...ish voice answered."To whom am I speaking?" Camille asked angrily."You called me, lady," the man's voice responded."So I did," Camille replied. "Well, I guess it really doesn't matter. I can find your name easily enough. My name is Camille Drayton. I understand that you've been making inquiries about my son. Well, Mister, that stops now!" Oh, you. Sandy saw it first causing her to scream. On the ground behind the tree was a woman's body torn to shreds. With it was two more people with faces buried in it chewing on the flesh.Only seconds past when the shock wore off and Dennis realized the one walking toward them was too close for comfort. Instinctively he raised the gun in his hand and fired hitting the individual center mass, an obvious shot in the heart. However the person kept walking toward them getting closer with every step. Its. No talking. Not unless I ask you a question. Understand?’ Her eyes are mutinous and murderous. He asks ‘Feel like swearing?’ She grits out ‘Yes.’ His smile widens. ‘Say Fuck.’ ‘Gladly. FUCK.’ ‘Good. Say ‘Me” Her eyes narrow. ‘Me.’ Leaning in closer he trails a finger along her body, producing a shiver. ‘Say my name, honey.’ She swallows once, hard. ‘Lee.’ Changing position, he lowers his body onto hers, and her eyes close against the feel of his skin settling over hers, her breath harsh and. I started caressing it with occasionally holding it hard.Somehow I unzipped his pants and started to feel it with my tongue over his underpants. He was trying to keep me away from it but I wasn’t backing down and I continued to do it.After about 10-15 minutes of teasing, he now was impatient and pulled up on the lonely Delhi ridge area. It was not completely dark but was very lonely. He got out, opened the gate, and pulled me out by my hair, and made me kneel down on the ground. I did.