I was sucking hard when Tariq said to Morgan" did you know your mother was a whore slut" no said Morgan but I do now" yes she's also a dirty cunt like...you and I now own you both and you will do exactly what I tell you and with who and when you got that" yes sir Morgan said" you got that whore mother" I lifted my head up and off his cock and said them fatal words yes sir" good said Tariq, and he moved me out of the way and pushed his cock back into morgans cunt" lick her nipples you fuckin whore. She couldn’t leave. Not yet. It felt like hours before the fire was completely contained. The pavement was black, oily streams of water ran down the steep grade carrying ash and debris from the hacked away front of the house. Hoses were everywhere, curled in piles or strewn haphazardly across curbs, soft now, spent but still dribbling out their last drops. Spotlights glowed on the quiet efficient movements of men and women who knew the danger was past, at least here, at least for now. They. The lenses in his spectacles were not unlike the bases of whiskey shot glasses. He didn’t look like a criminal, no, he looked more like my family doctor back home in Hicksville.I checked the charge sheet more carefully again, Dr Wesley Newbold, my latest client. So he was a doctor, and charged with Federal property criminal damage. Hell, he didn’t look like he’d do much harm to a wet paper bag.“Dr Newbold, I’m Newton Makepeace, your new attorney.”“Why are you here?” he asked, in a cultured New. Then James asked her to remove her panty. Monica removed her panty and James started kissing her pussy.Monica said, “Not here dear.” James said, “Then where.” Monica said, “In your room tonight.” James said, “Ok. But I want you to dress as Indian bride.” Monica said, “Ok dear.”That night Monica dressed like an Indian ride. She wore red saree, red blouse and petticoat. Full makeup. She wore earring, nose ring connected to her ear. Maang tika. Anklets and necklace. She was looking gorgeous and.