“I want you to fuck me, David. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Take me, baby. Make me your personal whore. That’s what I want.”He slapped her bott...m. “Move your ass, Diane. Show me how much you want my cock. Take it deep and hard!”She moved faster and began groaning. Her moans turned into a whimpering sound as she began sliding back and forth on his cock and grinding her clit on his wet skin. “Yes! Yes!” she shouted.In a matter of seconds, she had run David up to his limit. As she was about to. "Pay your way," Charlene insisted. "It's a little different when it's YOUR ass on the line, isn't it? Well, pretty soon, Mom won't be around to take your hits for you, so you need to learn to take your own. If those clothes are important enough to you that I have to take a half-dozen dirty dicks wherever they want to put them and smile about it, they're important enough for YOU to take ONE!" She turned to me. "Use her like toilet paper, Pete. Any hole, any way. Make her understand." MOM!. "What's wrong with her?" I said starting to panic.But Sharon patted me on the arm, "It's alright Alice, she's going to learn how to walk again after her muscles get back into shape, now I'll help her and you carry on as I asked you." And she placed her shoulder under Billie-Jo's arm and walked her out of the kitchen door.I picked up the remains of Billie-Jo's cast and placed it to one side, and then I had to clean off the table. There were flakes of plaster of Paris which I removed with a damp. The cleaver I got for her set would probably be sharpened a dozen times before she used it.And that brought me to Danielle. I'd toured the entire store half a dozen times before I found the right gift. Then it was there. It was so obvious that I was surprised I hadn't seen it immediately. I made my purchases and we grabbed a bite to eat in the mall. It didn't take long to find a cute card for Pam. I knew what I would write in the card and chuckled about it. We barely got back in time for my.