“What are you doing here?” asked Maxine.Now Jessica looked sad as she said, “Sam hasn’t been feeling well. So I brought him in for a check up....��She just stood there but everyone could tell she was trying not to cry.Zoe then walked over to Jessica and said, “Is there anything we can do for you?”Still crying Jessica looked to me and said, “He’s going to need a blood transfusion. I don’t have his blood type. So his father may be his only option.”Without hesitation I said, “Let’s go and get me. Richard said, "Okay, Petra. Once, there wasthis homosexual guy who had sexual desires; decided to pleasurehimself through fucking his own ass hole with a bowling pin."He paused to apply more of the ointment and continued with thetale."Apparently, the whole thing went wrong. The head of the bowlingpin was tapered enough to slide in, but the end above the neckwas just too thick for his anus to pull out. He came in to seeme with the bottom part of the pin poking out of his bottom."I shuddered,. I sat her down on the couch and spread her legs. I kissed around her inner thighs, and then kissed her pussy through the panties. Jane gave a shiver of pleasure, and I could feel her fingers intertwine through my hair. I slipped my fingers through the top of her panties, and then pulled them down. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and was dripping wet. I reached out and started gently rubbing her clit, then slid a single finger into her slit. She gasped, and I felt her instinctually pressed closer to. Or Manuel. But because of what Manuel promised to do to her and Fran if she failed. Renee shivered. He had the girl brought up so they could see--the girl with the nose split with a knife so that it spread across her face, the crushed cheekbones that made her look dead and old and used. The scars on her deflated breasts!That, Manuel said, was what would happen to them. He promised. On his mother's name he promised.Of course, he said, they would be worth very little to him then, and he would.