For this conversation, Gabby was doing the job of translating. Across from us sat three of the four people I’d taken prisoner. While not restrained ...n any manner, all three acted and behaved in a compliant manner. They’d seen what I had here in the longhouse, and they’d eaten well since I’d dropped them off into the care of my people. I could tell that all three of them were suitably impressed.“We don’t know,” Rolf Anderson declared, speaking for the other three. He was the oldest of the trio,. It waspretty much a Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen the show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then you'll be able to change the style around,"she said. "And yes, one would look like Hannah, but the others are quitedifferent." I. A piece of shrapnel must have whizzed by and sliced the left side of my face open at the cheek bone. An inch to the left and I would have been missed completely. An inch to the right and I would be in a body bag, but this just got sewed up and bandaged. No permanent damage was expected but I could expect a very nice Heidelberg scar.I am not going to claim I enjoyed my treatment, and I was not so stupid as to refuse the shots of Novocain or whatever they needed to numb the sites before they. Kevin,” she said calmly, wiping his wet cock on her socks and putting it gently back into his pants, zipping it up. “We must never speak of this again, agreed?”He nodded. She felt naughty again, looking at his face, then down to her cum-streaked calves, thick gloppy wads of his stuff clumped on her shins and calves and socks.“And what does your mother do with the cum she scissors out of you with her calves, Kevin?” she asked, slowly lifting her legs in front of Kevin’s wide-eyed.