Wilson was worse than most women. A woman held the record for time spent changing, but Wilson was a close second. Okay third, Jeremy came in there som...where.We had to drive all the way to Ellisboro to get a selection. I wanted to get an American car. Wilson had other ideas, most of which cost me serious money. "Wilson I drive a ten year old pickup truck, what makes you think I am going to boy a Mercedes company car. Plus if I need you to watch a house, you will stand out like a butler at a. She giggled when I told her to call her son and tell him he had a mess to clean up. That was powerful, to know I had the abiity to make Donald walk, as if going to his execution, but walk, to his mothers fat spread thighs, then to make him feast on my cream pie, right from his mothers messy, stinky, well fucked, fat cunt, well, that was great. The fat cunt was taunting her son, asking him if he enjoyed eating mommies fuckhole, telling him he would be dressing in girls clothes now, I laughed,. Leaning on the counter with themirror in front of me I watched my belly with my tiny waist expand tillI thought I was going to explode."Ok ok it hurts please stop."Mia stopped the water and let me sit on the toilet I pulled out thenozzle and evacuated my bowels. I thought I was finished but Mia had mesit a while longer until my upper tract released the fluid she wascorrect I also managed to pee without difficulty it was becoming morenatural.A warm bath was waiting and Mia put my hair up under. Sammi crept from her hiding spot in the shadows, her eyes focusing on the man fighting Thorne. ‘Jake? Is that you?’ ‘Get back, Sammi! He’s dangerous!’ Jacob picked up Thorne as if he was a toy and tossed him onto the roof of a parked sedan. The windshield fractured, splintering under his weight and Thorne groaned, blood trickling from a corner of his mouth. ‘Jake, what are you doing? Why are you fighting with Thorne?’ She strode forward, moving closer to Jacob. ‘Don’t you get it, Sammi?’ Thorne.