" You know that I love Jim, but he doesn't do it for me like you do. I just hope we never get caught. Jim would probably try to hurt you... and fail o... course, but then I'd have to explain everything, and that would be a large pain in my ass. After all, I don't love you anyway. I love fucking you... sucking you... having you inside me... Oh god I love that especially. You fit me just right."Their words were indelibly etched into my heart. How long had they been doing this? I didn't know, but I. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didn’t have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was usually best to unless he actually asked a direct question.“What is it?” he asked, stepping closer. The kitchen was far from large and most of the space was taken up by a small dining table so a little closer meant he was almost breathing down my neck“Stew,” I said, keeping my answers short“Smells good, but you know, I have had a long hard day at work,”. " "Don't threaten me. Eat my pussy." He got between her legs and stared at the place he came from. He knew he had to squeeze off a load before he fucked her or else he would nut too damn quickly when he finally rammed himself in her. He started eating her pussy and stroking his dick. Andrea was giving direction, inspiring him, telling him how much she loved his mouth on her wet pussy. He licked and sucked her asshole with equal enthusiasm and they sunk to new depths of depravity. He. In a corner of the room was a bed with cameras surrounding it. Pictures of children engaged in various sexual acts were hung up on the wall. Some of the pictures showed kids with kids, but the majority of pictures were of adults abusing the kids. One very large picture showed a man with his cock in the ass of a four-year-old boy. The boy’s face was twisted in pain while the man in the picture was grinning excitedly.John and Ed stared in horror as a naked little girl about eight years old begged.