Fucking. Now.He savagely caught a fistful of her hair and forced her to look up at him. She showed no reaction to such rough treatment, emboldening hi... to continue. "I said for you to suck my cock, slut, not wash my pants."He rose to his feet, and with his free hand, clumsily undid his trousers, freeing his aching manhood. She reached up and tugged them down to his knees for him, and looked up expectantly. His rock-hard member hung mere inches from her face. She couldn't possibly miss his. Knew who killed her mother. She even knew why. The FBI had profiled the man extensively before his death. After he had converted to Christianity he had been among the most cooperative of their subjects. He had spent hundreds of hours talking with the team about why he committed his crimes, how he chose his victims. It was all there. And none of it mattered. None of it made any difference. Her mother was still dead. She had still grown up never knowing the woman. Her father had died under the. As the shock and moan fades from Pix she slowly pulls them back out and smiles to the camera as she sucks them dry. Repeating this several times pushes Pix right to the brink of her yet elusive orgasm and then Fystee stops. "Yeah it is definitely tofu," she continues as she walks around to Pixie's head sucking on the fingers, "but you aren't getting off unless I am too. Get a close up of this Rocco." Fystee climbs onto the table and carefully places her knees on either side of Pixie's head. "I’m not believing this shit. I mean, there was a time when you wouldn't even look at another man. Now you're going to sleep with this guy you met at the VA? What in hell has happened to you?“Honest to God, I don’t know. I still love Johnny… Don’t look at me like that, I really do. I love being with him. I love making him happy. I love the idea of us getting married and having a family."Before Robin could speak, Gwen continued, "It's just that when I'm with Mark things, you know, making-out and.