Her fathers way of keeping his things safe. Well the police never found it.most likely because they were trying to figure out how the massive hole in ...he roof was made. They had no answers to give. They said her father was a Satanist because he had a pentagram in the middle of the room. He was found dead by his desk with a large hole in his chest, a piercing weapon.Also on his desk was a lamp, and the dreaded book with what looked like a stretched face covering the entire book. She lifted the. I gagged but that only made him pump faster and harder. It wasn’t long before he groaned and filled my mouth with cum. I gagged again, spitting some of it out as he pulled his slowly deflating cock away, but the slightly salty state remained. “Sorry about that. I got really carried away,” he said, still smiling. He looked so sexy with his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead. He stared at me for a long second and then pulled me in for another kiss, inevitably tasting his own cum in my mouth.. He keeps pulling my hand over to jerk him off and I do, but its not enough and he wants more. He gets up and starts to leave saying he has to use the bathroom. I follow him and when we reach the common area I gasp, I see Kristin walking toward the bathroom with his hard cock stick straight out under his skirt and was bouncing around has he walked. The site turned me on a little and I had to rub my crotch. We go into the bathroom and straight to the last toilet booth, which is handicapped. He. He tasted like the rest of the dicks I’d had that night, salty and wet, but it wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. As I got him clean, he looked down and said “Bitch, lick my jizz up off of her asshole”. I wasn’t really happy to be called bitch, or slave or cunt all night, but I had signed up for it and Scott would make me pay if I didn’t do as I was told. I slowly moved my tongue up to her gaping asshole and started to lick the sperm out of it. I had to push it in quite a ways, but.