McKeen. My mother doesn’t take insulin, she doesn’t have diabetes.’ McKeen flipped through the chart he held in his hand. His forehead wrinkled...in concentration. He nodded then tapped a sentence he must have been looking at. ‘Apparently she does, Ms. Kristoff. Type 2.’ ‘That’s impossible,’ Deity cut in. ‘I live with her and I have never, not once, seen her shoot up.’ Everyone in the room turned to Deity. ‘…On insulin.’ She finished ‘Is it possible that there is a mistake? Ma would tell us if. Why she didn’t know but she felt elated when his ball sack was resting on her chin her throat felt on fire opened and stretched like never before. Ruth was watching her persecutor behind smiling eyes waiting now for him to take her mouth as she new he would. Robert looked down at his new sex slave her top lip stretched so far it was almost touching her nose eyes black with mascara and tears, he took three perfect picture of the filthy whore. “now whore start sucking my cock until my spunk fills. We'd be fine except for George's stuff, but if he did buy in we'd need two trailers to gather everything. I put the reefer back in line first, hooked a dolly to it and then put the dry van on the dolly. I had the rig built in an hour though and we left not long afterwards. Keeta felt she could tolerate another turn on the skidder and with a good early lunch in us Layta, Leita, Talila, and I took off.Our leg out was long, but rewarding at the last. Once again everything was mostly intact. This. After 5 minutes of extreme fucking, she was so damn tired. I turned her in missionary position and again got inside her.Now I was going to cum and I told her that I was going to cum in her mouth. She said, ok. But she wasn’t sure as she hadn’t done any of this before. No doggy fucking, no pussy licking or no face cumming.While I was cumming, I pulled her by the hair and put my cock in her mouth and started face-fucking her. My cock reached till her throat. Finally, I came and kept jamming her.