S. Marshals parked in front of the old and worn double-wide trailer. A beat-up Ford Bronco II sat parked alongside the oil saturated driveway. Flaniga... glanced at his passenger. Ronald, “Dude, call me Ronnie,” Thomas, sat there with a confused expression.Ronnie said, “Why are we here? I thought I was going into the witness protection program?”Flanigan sighed; why did he always get the dumb ones. “Mr. Thomas, you’re going to need your clothes, and maybe you want to take your belongings?”“Dude,. He fucked her hard but passionately as he had the big toe from each foot in my mouth sucking on the sweet nectar. He licked all over her feet once again as he made love to her. "Oh my god, Jerry, I'm cumming" she screamed.He continue to fuck her and worship her feet as she cums over and over. He pull out and lay on the floor and she get's on top of him reverse cowgirl style. She starts bouncing up and down on him and he once again take her toes into his mouth at this new angle. After a few. One of those things was to notify the police that Angel had been found, but the family selfishly didn't want their holiday ruined by an overzealous officer who would want to debrief Angel, so they were reluctant to call. Finally, they reasoned they would inform the police of her return, but insist that no one question her until the next day.Angel was exhausted from everything she had endured and she was still very weak. Everyone eventually returned to their former tasks, leaving Angel on the. "Did You think I didn't notice how much attention You pay to Me Cunny when You give me a bath? That,and how You always lick Your finger afterwords?Oh,and don't think I haven't watched You when You sniff Me Dainties and then use them to wank Your Johnny T before doing the laundry!" "Ya Sneakin' Little Harlot! What makes Ya t'ink Ya has ta righ..." I began,then I realized that my 'American' was slipping!Taking a deep breath I said,"Daughter." And being sure to speak prim and proper like I.