"Good, he's still here. C'mon, Sid." Carl Winchell looked up from the papers on his desk when he heard the door open. "Well, well, if it isn't the Las...ys -- father and son this time. I _am_ blessed. What can I do for you two?" Mort decided to try one last time. "I thought maybe we got off to a bad start when we talked before --" "No," Winchell said. "I think we understood each other perfectly. You wanted me to play some sort of favorites with your son." Mort shook his head. "No I just wanted. I felt the warmth and the twitch. I squeezed my eyes shut and I felt a harsh sting across my face! I shrieked, he's had slapped me hard!"Open your fucking eyes! I want you to watch!"Slowly, he rubbed against my pussy and my eyes rolled back . He laughed at me,"Yeah baby, fucking enjoy it. Tell me you want my cock !"I whined and blubbered, "please don't do this!"I sucked in a Sharp breath when I felt him tug on my nipple! He leaned down, dipping his cock head into my pussy,"You better fucking do. ' They left arm-in-arm, looking like young lovers, not adults in their mid thirties," Garysaid. "Rachael, that painting is magic." Not magic," Rachael said, "but it sounds like God is working throughit, somehow."Rachael then headed down to the kitchen as one of the praying menfinally got up and approached Gary, with a massive smile on his face.Rachael was nearly done checking the supplies, and had a small list ofthings to bring from home when she heard the booming voice of the deaconin the. " North American mores, that´s all. It once affected marriagability. The principle of soiled merchandise." Abdul Nour gazed, pointedly, at her sex, her breasts, her navel... then her face. "I would want you after a thousand men." He said simply."Then you will give me to your men?" Her heart was thudding."No, I will not, not yet." Again the intense scrutiny."Either you are unusually intelligent or your time in the cell has worked miracles." I am glad I please you." Corey´s wits were working.