Leaning down ever so slowly, her eyes still trained possessively upon those of the woman bound so beautifully beneath her, Laurel ran the flat of her ...ongue up the length of Sandy’s slit. Laurel’s concentration wavered as her eyes became hooded with delight at the taste of Sandy’s arousal, her garbled groans and tense thighs prompting a moan of Laurel’s own as she tasted her. She ran her tongue up and down Sandy’s cleft, lapping at her folds hungrily as she brought her hands up to grip tightly. "Helen" he said.I stared as my mother turned over and stood on all fours. Her face was now a pale spot in the dark of the room. Jack put his hands on Mom's hips and pushed inside. Mom's mouth opened, she started audibly breathing, and the bed started rumbling. She grabbed onto the sheets, on all fours like a bitch, her nice boobs swinging. Jack slapped her buttocks. In an aroused tone my mother said "Ouch." He held onto her and continued fucking; I could see Mom grimace when he got too rough,. With a fresh change of clothes, no uniform this time, we took a stroll to the elevator and got in and took it to the bottom floor.No paparazzi, but there were some fans who asked for my autograph. I checked with my rules expert and she said, “Autographs and pictures are fine. You can’t charge for them of receive money for them, Got that Silver Bullet?”“By the way folks, this is my ... girl, Roxanne!”It was only a dozen folks and a few kids, posing for a few pictures, but mostly autographs. A. Consisting of several buildings, one’s off in the woods, walled off as its own compound. Abducted tourists are the main offerings to their not so infrequent gatherings, young Americans, the most vaunted, bring the best audiences. High ranking government officials, from rail transportation to local law enforcement, including the courts, are the pipeline for securing victims, erasing any history of their existence in the area, leaving no trail behind.Chapter One Soft, classical music.