’ Chris shook his head and said, ‘Some things never change. The news is wrong. You don’t want it right. It rains in Washington. Now tell me your...story.’ ‘Later,’ I said. ‘I have a passenger who doesn’t know and needs to stay that way. She’s in a bit of trouble that is getting fixed.’ I looked Chris in the eye and said, ‘Her mother is dying and she’s a CPS runaway. She ain’t here, and neither am I.’ Chris shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘Like I said. Some things never change. You get in trouble. I blushed all over but she just started taking the monitors off me. When she got to the one in my pussy she took her time and when it came out she rubbed my clit with it before letting it leave my body. I shivered when she did this. Then she really shocked me and put it in her mouth and pulled it out slowly with her lips pressed tightly around it. Next she took me into another room. This one looked like an interrogation room seen in the movies. There was only a plain table and two plain metal. I lost track of time, then felt Donna shift on the bench next to me. I thought I heard a whimper from the girl across the way, and opened my eyes. I couldnt believe what I saw. Donna, my demure wife, mother of my kids, had her legs spread and was petting her cunt with one hand while she fondled her tits with the other. She was looking the other girl right in the eye. She also had her legs spread and was probing her pussy with two fingers. She had a taut, boyish body with slim hips, firm young. “I’m the kicker. No one cares about me until the game is on the line. Then I’m the most important guy in the world...”“You’re lame and pathetic,” she bluntly proclaims, folding her arms higher up over her ample chest, tossing her head back and rolling her eyes.Back into bitch mode, I gather; my sister being a total cunt again. The demon thirst, the primal urge to hate-fuck her intensifies, seething inside me, eating into my better intentions.She continues her berating, and the pitch of her.