We also know that he's the son of a New Orleans prostitute and that he apparently started his rampage with the rape and killing of his own mother when...he was sixteen."Listening to Dana brought back depressing and unwanted memories of Kitty and I absentmindedly threw another log on the fire and started poking and jabbing at it vigorously as if it were Creepy and not the inanimate chunk of wood that it actually was."Jesus Sam!" Jen complained. "Who do you think you are? The stoker on The Queen. ” I got very excited. I told my mom, ” I am going to stay at my friend’s house,” and I left for his placeI reached there, and he opened the door. I sat on the sofa. He brought a glass of water, and after that, I was shocked to see the next scene. He removed his t-shirt. He had written ‘slave’ on his chest.Then he started licking my feet and started saying, “Hey master, please make me your fucking slave. I always wanted to be your slave and get fucked by you. I always wanted to suck your 7. I push up on my knees with my tail in the air, still sucking the life out of you."Baby, that feels so good," you moan, finger fucking me. "I want to fuck you little fox."Your slide your cock out of my mouth and reposition us on the couch to where you are behind me. Your fingers leave my pussy to find my clit."Oh, God!" I yell out. I feel the anal plug doing its thing with each touch. It is something you just have to experience for yourself.You rub circles around my clit, driving me crazy. I. I was aroused at watching my sister get fucked in fron of my eyes. I got my cock out and began to play with my cock. I heard Manu exclaim haan Arti, main jhar raha hoon, bhenchod zor se chod mera lund, sali kuttia, zor se hila apni gaand, mera lund jhar raha hai! (Yes Arti, I am cumming, fuck my cock hard fuck me you bitch, move your butt faster!) Manu let out a grunt and began to shoot his load, calling my sister a whore. Arti was still moving her ass on his cock when he slowed his movements.