”Hank took a long drink from his can of beer. He belched and shook the empty can. Looking over at his sons, he said, “The beer is gone. It’s tim... for you two to set up the trailer.”“We’re still drinking our beers,” Calvin said looking down at his can. It was still half full.“Finish them and get to work,” Hank said. He settled back in his chair and put a chaw of tobacco in his mouth. After working it around for a minute, he asked, “Did I ever tell you about when I got that twelve point buck,. With her blessing he started to slowly push forward. When he encountered resistance, he pulled back so only the head remained inside before pushing forward again. He had no idea how he was lasting–perhaps it was the cumming a few times already, perhaps it was sheer force of will. He looked down watching as with every attempt a little more of his cock was being swallowed by her obscenely stretched asshole, still made all the more visible by her continuing to spread her cheeks. He lost track of. You won’t like it if I’m not happy.”Cristina’s spirits sank as she realized that Bubba was really not a nice person.He pushed her inside his porch, grabbed her hair and made her walk backwards to his basement door. Shoving her down the basement stairs, he turned on the lights. Cristina found herself in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, a couple of camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. There were also some ropes coiled on the floor. Various. "Where the hell are you taking me, Connor?" You need to be somewhere far away from here-now." His eyes stayed on the road as the world flew by."I can't just leave! I have to go home!" My voice broke and I started struggling."Morgan," he ordered and she grabbed my wrists in an unbreakable hold that was completely at odds with her tiny frame."Connor, I can't leave!" There's no choice, Trish," he said grimly."If I don't come home, Claire will call the cops and they'll be all over your family and.