Chambers pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket.Tracey could hear him reading some lines of prepared text about her breaking of the sacred rule... but she could not comprehend the words. It was quite clear to all the price she was about to pay for casting two votes in her election.She looked down at the floor and waited for it to begin. She was held firm by the sawhorse and the tugging from the shy hook. To her front and right she saw Brian checking the preset video cameras that had been. Harold pushed her to him. She got on her knees and took the guy’s tiny schlong between her beautiful red lips. Linda was a looker, crisp, clean, and fresh. But there she was, knees on a dirty floor, sucking rancid cum out of a fat man’s sweaty balls. When he finished, she smiled sweetly like it was all OK. Harold smiled too, a gloating ghoulish grin.”The room blurred as tears filled my eyes. I didn’t even remember Mom, but... Christ. Bete had to see my anguish but kept telling the story in. Caitlyn looked great today. Emma greeted her, "Hey Beautiful. You're a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you." I know," Caitlyn jested as though the endearing greeting was directed at her. "Aren't they pretty? Here you go." She handed Emma a grande skinny vanilla latte. As Caitlyn spoke, Emma enjoyed the way she hung onto the A just a little. Caitlyn had spent some time in Alabama and had taken home a hint of the accent. Emma would melt little inside whenever she caught a glimpse of it. "It's. My smile is about to split my face in two. I climb in and am greeted by pure luxury. “They gave it to me for a few hours,” Eugene says, smiling and buckling his seatbelt. I laugh again. “This is really nice,” I comment. “I should hope so with a $70,000 price tag,” he replies. “Don’t wreck it,” I giggle, and he pulls us out of the parking lot smooth as butter and fast as fuck. We weave through morning traffic with ease before he gets on the freeway and floors it. Supercharged V8. Mmmmm. He.