Samantha had left two days after Gloria. Like her dearest buddy, she had also been armed with incriminating evidence. Both girls were in hiding and ho...ing their efforts had been worth it. Samantha stuck out a bruised, bare and very pretty leg for Gloria to see."Look at that Gloria! Does it make you feel good to think you did that?" Call those bruises, Sammy! Pathetic bitch! You're getting soft!"A third lady came into the cafe and joined the still battered girls."HI Mrs FitzWalter!" said Gloria.. Even without astitch of makeup but with some shape from her bra beneath the shirt, hefelt mentally ready as he sat waiting to be called in.He swung his left leg over his right, sitting with his legs crossedlike any girl would, flicking his ankle up and down, swirling his heelwhile reading a Vanity Fair. Page by page he glanced trying to keephimself busy while chewing his gum while anxiously reaching up,twirling a strand of his hair, reading as it swung from high ponyinstead of resting at the. ”“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” the black man replies as he sucks the nipples of an unconscious teenager.End Chapter 2 “No white boy, I got a better idea. It’s called wake her up and stick that little white prick of yours into Kitty-bitch’s velvety ‘fuckin paradise.”Ski-mask grins. “Damn, Dwayne…you don’t know the meaning of the word mercy, do you?”“Nah bro…ain’t in the vocabulary. Less talking…more hard fucking.”Ski-mask splashes a fresh dose of cold water over Kitty’s head, his hands gently. I groaned with the virgin pleasure of it and my cock quickly hardened within mother's sucking mouth. I knew I would not stop this - that the years of bedding my own mother had only brought out more suggestive fantasies that I had never dwelled upon. Yet by my weakness I was confusing and harming my mother even further than I had ever planned to.Her head bobbed before me, my cock, now rock hard, moving in and out of her wonderful mouth. Though I may look back and realize that she was as awkward.