And you aren’t that good at that even! It’s no wonder you work as a waitress - you couldn't even make it as a decent whore!"“I’m sorry Sir,”...she said.Not as sorry as you are going to be, cunt. It’s time to quit playing around and get on with it,“ I said.I pulled back my right arm and swung the belt hard, hitting both of Maggie’s lovely white ass cheeks and leaving red welts on both of them. Although she had been expecting it, Maggie screamed with the searing pain that quickly turned to. Jason was All-State in three sports and I vowed to match him.All except football, I would have, but I liked soccer better and the two sports had conflicting schedules, so I played that, instead.It turns out that football players see the most high school pussy, but since I had nothing to do with females, it was a fair trade off... almost!At puberty, I realized why girls existed and my many erections were a testament to my otherwise normalcy.Unfortunately, I still distrusted girls and now I began. She did. Within moments my former enemy was eating out my twat with an eagerness generated by fear, a sensation I was all too familiar with. Meanwhile I made sure to keep her on the brink of orgasm without quite letting her get there. Her beautiful young body kept gyrating beneath my own for nearly twenty minutes before I felt too sorry to not give her the climax I knew she now craved. I thrust my tongue deep inside her delicious tasting hole and rubbed my forefinger against her clit. She came. Associate of your father’s from years back. Utah’s in the center of all this. Not really sure what he’s playing at, but you can bet that he’s got something up his sleeve. Crafty one, that man. Not so crafty as our man Bridgewater, but damned smart.”“Do you think he’ll kill her?” Lauren asked quietly.Henderson shook his head. “Doubtful. If he wanted her dead, I suspect he wouldn’t have helped her weeks ago.”“Huh?” Finch was confused.“There’s word that your mother and her companion ran across.