A prey trapped by a predator. He kissed her ears and whispered hotly into her ear, “I bet your naked body smells better…” She moaned under the w...ight of his hand across her mouth. Tears rolling over his fingers.All this was video recorded in close range for the family to watch. Close up of his dirty hairy underarms, his stretch marks on his bloated stomach, his face covered in black panty hose to distort all identity. A hole around his mouth area so his tongue could roam free. All this to show. Eventually, he consented. My phone lit up and sounded that same “dun duh” from Law and Order; one day, I’d have to remember to change it. It was Claire, announcing her arrival in approximately five minutes. The drive from Quincy to Beacon Street was just over twenty minutes if I-93 was clear, so we’d arrive maybe fifteen minutes before the show started. I glanced in the mirror one last time. I’d gone with a knee-length skirt, black tee, and topped it off with a white cropped jacket; it was. "Sorry man," I replied. "You wanna come in. I'll grab you a drink."Scott sat at the kitchen table and I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge."Thanks Brian. Shit I wish your sister was here; she's been practicing lately and her oral skills are getting better and better, if you know what I mean," Scott chuckled, downing his beer.I knew what he meant, but instead of getting mad, I felt my dick stiffening in my shorts."You like getting head?" Scott asked as he grabbed another beer and standing. First trip will be to Steven's Mountain at the first of the month. Get your gear together and come to my office, it's over the bank, on the morning of the first."Justin and Theresa entered the café as Tom stood to leave. "Wondered where you run off to," Justin said."Thought I was gonna be sittin on that porch all day," Tom replied and watched as Theresa and Justin's faces turned red. "Had to talk to Mr. Seager there about work. I start on the first of the month as a payroll guard."The three.