Inside, I heard some rustling, but that was it.I knocked again."Wha... who... come in."I opened the door and stepped inside. Even covered by blankets,...Tami looked beautiful lying in my bed."Good morning. It's ten-thirty, if you care. I just need to get some things. I'm meeting Robbie in ten minutes."As I turned to my dresser and started digging out a set of clean clothes, Tami asked, "Where are we going?"I ignored the self-issued invitation, turned back to her, and smiled, "Mr. Post's vacant. Remembering the baby, she added two slices of toast and sat down to finish it. Everything tasted dry and rubbery in her mouth, but she did not care. When she finished breakfast, a maid informed her that someone was waiting for her in the drawing room. She nodded and went to the drawing room. The man sitting there was tall and bald, with cold grey eyes and a heavy build. ‘May I help you?’ she asked politely, seating herself opposite him. ‘Are you Mrs. Cassandra Quentin?’ Kirk asked, looking at. Bob then grabbed the boy and walked him over to the bed/cot in back and bent him over, pulling his shorts down. Kyle was a bit surprised and said “What…” but Bob said “You know what’s going on, I heard all about what a nasty slut you are”. After that, Kyle was silent as Bob opened the fly of his jeans and pulled his big cock out from his boxer shorts. He gave it a few tugs and then spit into his hand to wet it a bit. He then pinned Kyle down and pushed himself into the boy’s ass and began. She knew that Abby was at least as thirsty as she had been.Richard moved out of the cell to give Amber and Charlie room to work on Abby. Amber took the place he had occupied, and tried to rouse her sister enough to drink some of the water.“Abby, Honey, I have some water here for you. Please try to drink some,” Amber pleaded. Abby slowly raised her head. Amber helped her turn toward her least injured side, and gave her the water a little at a time.When Abby had consumed most of the water, she.