She was scared. Big time! Sam/Samantha had already realized that she could die, because that's what usually happened when someone crossed very powerfu... clients like those she catered to. However, she feared even more, that these Vodoun priestesses would probably make it a very long and painful death.As they continued to strap Samantha into the strange apparatus, I found out that forty-four year old Samantha Singletary had decided to disguise herself as a man to get into college, some. Then, in November, she wrote to tell us she was coming back to the States for the holidays and Lynn invited her to stay with us if she could. I was certainly hoping she was over all the grief and turmoil we shared during her last visit and, truthfully, was not exactly looking forward to her upcoming stay. Perhaps a few words about us all would be in order. I'm Greg, thirty-one, a marketing manager for a high-end toy manufacturer. Six-one, one-eighty, nice shape, even though I quit working at it. "Everything OK sweetie?" he said, wiping his hands on the dish towel."OH YES!" she squealed, jumping up and down. "I got ALL A's this quarter!" She pulled out the report card and shoved it toward him.Bob groaned. He knew what this meant. Several years ago, when his daughter had been having all kinds of problems, getting in fights, her grades in the tank, he'd been desperate enough to try something he now wished he hadn't.He knew she was in the throes of being flooded with teenage hormones and. Sticky strands of her flowing cum left trails on the cheeks and chin of her assailant.Hazel could tell that her child was nearing her climax and pulled out her finishing move. She wrapped her lips around the stiffened bud of Brie’s clitoris and began to suck firmly on it, as if she were a baby at her own mother’s breast, only this time it was her very daughter’s pussy from which she drank.Brie couldn’t fathom what was happening to her, because at that moment her vision darkened and she tumbled.