He would discard her when He felt like it and she would go without complaint or protest. She would leave on his whim and on his terms. She was virtual...y certain, those terms would include her leaving with absolutely nothing.She wondered what he was doing right now. Was he drunk? High? Was He at atrip club or fucking some whore's ass? Was he raping another botch again? Was he purposely making her wait or did he have no idea what time it was? If he did, she was certain he didn't care. And why. When we got home, I’d have to remember to put a ‘No Comment, No Trespassing’ sign on the screen door and lock it. We had no intention of granting interviews. Tommy and the sheriff walked over. ‘We got the driver,’ said Tommy . ‘Seventeen year old kid, driving his mom’s car. We ran the plate, got the address and beat him home.’ Tommy grinned and shook his head. ‘He actually pulled into the driveway with deputies standing in the yard. Tried to tell them he was out, just driving around. I guess. I slowly reached under my cushion, finding my cock, which was fully hard again, and releasing it from my jeans, I was trying not to be as open as Gabbi’s dad as I stroked my cock, I looked back at the TV, no one was paying attention to what I was doing, they were all glued to the screen, a black guy was fucking the woman on the bed while she was sucking another guy’s cock, and stroking two more cocks. When the guy in her mouth moved away, making room for another guy. Suddenly I realised the. Ashley turned the chair so her back was to the room giving me a clear view if anyone came our way. She never stopped her chit chat as she kept cutting my hair. She did spread her legs to give me better access. I obliged her. I started a gentle massage of my own. She started grinding back after a few minutes of my rubbing her. “I’m getting close,” Ashley whispered. “How about my shampoo and massage?” I asked giving us an excuse to move to the back room. “Right this way,” Ashley said as she.