"As I hung my head back off the edge of the table, Jack dipped his huge nuts into my mouth. "Yea, take those tea-bags boy. Now open wide and think abo...t those fucking sword swallowers."With my head bent back, my throat and mouth were perfectly aligned and Jack plunged in deeply, until his fat head lodged into my unrelenting throat. "Breath through your nose dumbass," Jack ordered as he applied additional pressure, slowly forcing his rod deeper into my stretched throat. At last, I felt his heavy. “Oooh... they feel very firm,” he says, squeezing them.I try to pull him off, then open the door and get out of the car. They laugh at me. I realise I am in a no win situation.“Okay...if I show you , will you take me home Jack?”“Yeah, course darlin’,” he replies, “but you have to show all of us, not just me.”More jeering and laughing comes from the other three lads.“I hate you,” I reply. “Okay...here you are then.”I pull up my vest top and to reveal my pink bra.“There...see?” and I pull my top. ”“Wow”“So, doc back to Pollyanna.”“We just have to wait and see Luke. Unfortunately, I don’t have access to an ultrasound machine. God, I wish I did. I can tell you the baby is still alive and that’s something based on how badly she was beaten.”Luke could hear the ladies crying and he could feel tears running down his face as well. Pollyanna was a very good friend and was just as good of an engineer as he was. Considering her limited schooling, she was actually far better than he had ever. My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age) and small but still firm breasts. She'd been in my eye before when I was younger, but now I notice her beauty as a woman, not as my mother.I can read her thoughts, as well as I can read the doctors in the room, and the janitor in the hallway who is checking out my mother.I agree.