"You're getting so grown up now." She smiled and her soft brown eyes were twins of mine. My mom is so pretty and I got lucky taking after her the way ... do."Are you going to get me a car?" I smiled, only half teasing because I really wanted one. I'd just gotten my license a month before."Well, you know..." My mom sounded like just maybe I would. " ... It all depends." On what?" You know your father's up for a big promotion at work, right?" My mom looked serious and I was a little lost. Naomi loved watching the faces Stephen was making as he drove roughly into their slave's pussy. Ayah was struggling to breathe through it all and the grimace look on her face only served to make Naomi's pussy wet. She started rubbing her pussy as Stephen kept repeating the torture, pounding their slave's pussy while she tried her hardest not to make sobbing sounds. "You fucking shut your mouth and don't make a sound you dumbass nigger. Take it like a good nigger. I don't wanna hear your cries". I mean, I had just met him a few days ago and hadn'teven really talked to him.Before we separated, he took me to a small coffee shop and bought me acool soft drink. We must have sat at the table for another hour andtalked. I felt so comfortable just sitting and talking to him. The lastthing he said before he left was he told me he had "won" two tickets tothe ballet for next Friday night and wanted to know if I would beinterested in going with him."What are you, some sort of psychic? How in the. General Bashir was still posting so much I began to wonder if they knew we were listening and feeding us misinformation. But then there were the other sources we were using to double check as much as we could, said the same.One of those things was the Paris subway system. Louis Boucher - the commander of the French police we were working with - was sending the EIT group the daily surveillance videos from the subway stops in the area of the training compound. Robert was running all the pictures.