And we started to have food while having food she was seating close to me after having food we sat on sofa and where talking with each other and she w...s seating next to me and kept her head on my shoulder and suddenly she asked meMeeta: “In morning y u where starting at my cleavage and boobs”(I was shock and was not knowing what to rly)Me: “Actually I liked your boobs and wanted to touch them” (I also told truth because wine was controlling her mind)(And then she gave was shocked)Meeta:” Ok you. Just ... Hunter.Don't try tacking on some stupid 'Mr.' or 'Agent' or any of that shit.Hunter.It's who I am and it's what I am.Sure, the official designation is 'Tracker', but, to my mind, a tracker simply follows things. A hunter, on the other hand, follows things, then kills them.They use me, or one of the others like me, when some deviant with paranormal abilities has crossed the magic line between salvageable and disposable. Trackers, with our chemically and electrically altered brains and. I got her to strip completely and bend her over the bed before laying on 6 strokes of the cane, I only did this because she asked for it I prefer to use only my hand but I still got hard punishing this 54 year old ass. Once I had finished I held her and slid my cock into a rather tight but very wet cunt I fucked Beth in a number of positions before I finally came in her mouth. I stayed the night in Jane’s bed and I fucked her again in the morning. Jane then told me that she wanted her daughter. Disturbing news to share with you. It’s about your mom,” he said as if someone had died or something, I remember thinking as I took the seat across from him. I sat down and folded my hands on the table and waited for him to begin. After taking a few deep cleansing breaths, he finally started to explain that my mom had been in a car accident. He went over the story using all of the technical terms, but to make a long ass story short, my mom was now dead. I guess I was in shock or something.