You, Mr. Fake Marshal man, are under arrest for possession and transporting narcotics. You just lost your airplane, Buddy. Just like that little wease... lost a car. Let’s figure out a way to lock this airplane up and get these three to the Sheriff’s office.”The four men were looking at the cell phones the FBI guy and I had and were discussing if they could be cleaned for them to use since they were the newest IPhones available.They had not been watching Fran closely and she had used her cell. ”“I’m your mother! That wouldn’t be appropriate!”“When have you ever acted like a mother? Why don’t you suck my dick instead? It’s about eight inches of pleasure. Want to see?”Carolyn stood there not sure what to do. She felt her pussy getting moist in her yoga pants. Her nipples were hard in her sports bra and she really did want to get fucked. She had never thought about fucking her son, but could see he indeed had a nice cock. She saw the outline of his cock in his boxers. Charlie. He took her and threw her over the toilet so that her head hung off the other side and held her head so that she could not move.“If you yell, we’ll drown you in this toilet once we’re done.”Miguel got behind the girl and stared at her young ass. He hiked up her skirt, displaying a pair of sheer dark thong panties just below a tattoo on her lower back. Barely enough to cover her. He simply grabbed the string and tore it, revealing a tight ass and her pussy”“Come on man, hurry up. I want to. Now, before we start today’s lecture, I have a few things to say; firstly, there are four of you here who I am particularly grateful for; Sandra Rogers, for giving me first aid, Simon Telfer and Peter Withington, who held the shooter down until the police arrived, and finally Stuart Mills, who took control of the room when there was panic all around. I have something for the four of you, so if you could see me at the end of the lecture, thank you.“Now, I understand David Carrington and Claude.