“I don’t mind if Kris knows I’m one of her brother’s sluts.”“Don’t worry about it,” Kristina said. “I already know about you guys ag...eeing to be my brother’s sluts and I don’t mind at all.”“You don’t?” Cynthia responded. “I would certainly worry about it if John was my brother with a bunch of crazy females throwing themselves at him and wanting to have his babies.”“It makes me feel like we have something in common.”“Damn!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “Does that mean John is Jackie’s father?”“No.” My. Barton, are you content with this?” Mr. Barton nodded gravely. “As long as Miss Ward is freely consenting, in order to avoid her rightful punishment. In fact, I would like her to sign a waiver to that effect.”Rebecca was unstrapped, asked to sign the waiver and was then escorted by one of the guards to a room backstage. Mr. Bolden-Ahern followed her. Mrs. Ward, Rebecca’s mother, had to leave the room in order to be violently sick in the bathroom. In the meantime, Mr. Barton announced that one. She was wearing a black thong with a black bra on. I immediately began to become hard. She took off her veil and I saw the most beautiful face with light pink lips. She went to my ear and whispered“I want your dick inside of me.”She then got on her knees and unzipped my pants. By this time I was super hard and my dick slipped out of my boxers as she took them off. I felt her warm mouth on the tip of my penis as it moved down my shaft. I put my hands on her hijab as she sucked my dick. She began. Because Ashley and his people were keeping their search for us strictly on the q.t. With the heavy-heavy hanging over their heads—as they saw it, anyway—they couldn't afford to make anything public; no more media stories. I was pretty sure they wouldn't even risk circulating privately along police channels, they'd be too worried I'd learn of it and publish their dirty little secrets, or at least some of them, as I'd threatened.I'd isolated them the same way they'd initially isolated me. Which.