”Smirking, the defendant said, “In that case, Judge, I think you’re a son of a b ... ch!”There is a truck driver who whenever he sees a lawyer...walking down the street, he always swerves to hit him. One day he sees a priest on the side of the road looking for a ride and so the truck driver picks him up.While they were driving, the driver sees a lawyer, and swerves to hit him. But then he remembered he had a priest in the truck, so he swerved back on the road, but he heard a loud “thump”. Then he pulled his belt from his pants. The hard slap of the leather against my back and ass sent me over the edge. I was squirting cum all over the floor. “Bad little bitch! I told you to never cum on my floors,” He hissed.I tried everything to keep from cumming on that floor again. But I failed. He cracked my ass, but never stopped fucking my ass. I loved this! He pumped into my ass harder and faster. Master was gonna cum so damn hard! Then he pulled out and I sobbed. He ordered me to turn. Angela was buzzing around Greg making sure her dad and Miranda cared for him properly. Sharon was getting more warm water to clean the wounds."Why aren't you bandaging your son?" Brandon asked as he finished tending Greg's wounds."He is breathing fine and we still need to remove the bullet in his side, I would take him to the hospital, but he would probably just fly out the window again."Brandon was taken aback at Helen's words. She had to be joking, right?At Arrian's first groan, there was a. She smiled at himsadly, turned around and walked away. Mark never saw her again.All arrangements were made via the attorneys. Neither one of them made amad grab for the assets which were on the substantial side. The proposedproperty settlement arrived in the mail. Helen insisted on leaving him herdressing table. Mark couldn't be sure whether it was a slap in the face orsome perverted form of consolation. He no longer cared about anything.He remembered how she'd threatened him with exposure if.