’ ‘Bye.’ I hung up the phone and turned to comfort Rosa. True to form, she’d already stopped crying and was looking for the TV remote. ‘Do y...u want to talk about what happened?’ I asked. ‘Who were you talking to?’ She lifted one of the couch cushions. ‘I can’t find the buttons.’ ‘I was talking to my friend Charles, and I don’t know where the buttons are. You had them last. Do you want to talk about what happened on the bus?’ ‘No. They’re idiots is all. Who’s Charles?’ ‘My friend.’ I’d mentioned. All the while, Vero pulled my hands behind my back, and Vero secured them together with leather restraints. Still, I was not the least worried. After all, it was I who owned the blackmail video of them, so I was still very much in charge.Or so I mistakenly thought. The first thing that made me reconsider was feeling and hearing the flash of a camera: one of them was taking pictures! Alarm bells began to go off in my head: just what was going on here? Suddenly, I felt hands on my shoulders,. "That should be enough to make you beg to have Susan lick you every day."Debby struggled to break through the incestuous lust. "Uhhhn ... wh-why ... why did you do this ... ohh ... I-I told you what I knew..." Because, Mrs. Radson, I don't believe you've told me everything. This will give you some incentive to reconsider. And if you don't tell me, you'll find out what your daughter's pussy tastes like."She turned and headed out of the house without a backwards glance.Melissa made it as far as. When you returned my hard, urgent kisses and began to move your hips as I continued to stroke you it became apparent where this was going. I 'sealed the deal' when I dropped to my knees and licked your large cock head and tongued the length of your shaft. When you rubbed my tits through my blouse, my nipples nearly exploded through the cloth. You were hardly resistant when I lead you, with my hand still on your magnificent cock, into my bedroom. I have to tell you, though, when you began to.