I was impressed. I grew up rich, but not as rich as he. As he was uncorking a bottle, he spoke to his driver, ‘Hey, Sammy, how about giving me and ...he mourning daughter some alone time?’ The driver gave a blank stare in the rearview and said, ‘My name is, Todd.’ With that, the window slid up, tinting his view to us. ‘Here,’ Jack said and handed me a glass of bubbling liquid that looked a lot to me, like ginger ale. I sipped it and was sort of disappointed it didn’t taste like ginger ale. ‘So,. The ebony slave then began to force feed the anal slut pieces of her destroyed wardrobe, while the blonde told her repeatedly that now her 'shit' clothing will all match and that 'rotten fuck-turds' looked more pretty in her dresses than she ever did. Once again, they took pictures of her pussy, ass, and mouth being stuffed with her tattered clothes.Once the anal slut began to gag, they slung ass up on the bed and, without any lube or warning, surprised the still sobbing anal slut by the blonde. I dropped the last two pills into her throat and then indulged myself a bit, grabbing hold of her ass. Damn but it was nice--full and firm. I slowed my time a bit more, enough that not even her nerves would have time to be stimulated, and hiked up her skirt and took a peek at her snatch: trimmed, pink, and waiting."Oh yeah, baby. You're mine!" I told it, then replaced her clothing and resumed my position. Officer Kirkland gulped and spun around, looking for my hand on her ass. It wasn't, of. . je vais te les laisser. Bonne nuit.-- Mais, St?phane, je t'en prie...-- Chut! Tu sais, j'ai aussi achet? ceci.Il sortit du tiroir un b?illon ? boule.-- Tu veux que je te le mette?Je fis non de la t?te -- je n'osais plus parler.-- Alors, bonne nuit, conclut-il. Et il me tourna le dos pours'endormir.Je ne dormis pas de la nuit cette fois-l?. Ou si peu.Au fil des mois qui suivirent, des sc?nes semblables se r?p?t?rentsouvent. En m?me temps que j'appr?hendais ces moments, je les attendais.Cela.