Mason took a moment to look over at Simon, who gave him a slight nod of his head. Crossing the room, Mason grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge o... the bed as he looked down at her dripping swollen pussy. Leaning down, Mason ran his fingers up her slit before bringing them to his nose, sniffing them before he put them in his mouth, sucking her juices mixed with Simon’s cum off his fingers.“On your knees like the bitch you are,” Mason demanded.Jordan quickly rolled over and got on her knees,. I sit down to think. The cold hard ground feels better then concrete in that ?place. I know Vic isn’t dumb enough for this to be a standard fence, to test my theory I pick up a pine cone and throw it at the structure standing between me and the free world. The pine cone makes contact with the fence and is charred. Nope not climbing that, hmm I know I can climb the tree and jump to the next tree. I draw a line from the attic of the house to the trees and damn it he will be able to see me.. With Regina was daughter Charity Harold, a slender brunette on the verge of adulthood. Charity was wearing a matching black dress, had a Legal Resident ID bracelet on her left wrist, but lacked gloves and hat. The daughter was too young for the hat and traditionally the wife wore a veil."Master, Mistresses, your drinks," Nancy held a tray with four glasses. Ned selected a cocktail glass filled with clear liquid and a green olive at the bottom. Regina took two, a shot glass with amber fluid and. After the second glass, I was feeling really good and Becky seemed to have a little buzz as well. She said, "Let's take our drinks upstairs. I want to show you my latest painting." Becky planned to be an art major in college and I had seen several of her pieces shown at the art gallery in town. She was really talented! I didn't know that her easel and art supplies were in a corner of her bedroom and that is where we were headed. Again, my imagination got the best of me and I swore Becky was.