He placed his bag on the floor where the dining room table was and walked into the living room.“Hello son,” Karen greeted. “How was your day?”...��Terrible, mom,” Danny answered.“Why?” Karen wondered.“One of my instructors had the nerve to ask me way too personal questions,” Danny replied. “She had the nerve to ask me about if I had any interest in anyone. She also had the nerve to bring up something about me looking at the feet of other young ladies there.”“Really?!” Karen responded very. The one at the middle is different. The crossings of the t’s are at the same height as the first entry, with the same slightly downwards-and-to-the-right tilt, the d’s with the same deliberate stem that dips only barely under the lines, but the angle of the letters changes partway through the entry, as though she was rushing to make sure her pen kept up with her thoughts. The ink skims across the page in that later entry, the pen barely denting the paper. The first entry seems to have the same. ”“So, what did you do?”“I shot that motherfucker in the head. My mom was so beaten down and believed that my father’s behavior was normal, and she actually cried that I killed that piece of shit. The judge had to give me some time, but only gave me two years, and I only had to serve one year. At the sentencing he said about my father, “that was a man who deserved to be killed and the world can rotate quite nicely without him.”“So, are you going to kill me?”“Yes, but I don’t want poor Claudia. It felt amazing! It had been a long time since someone had fucked him so thoroughly. He could feel himself growing lightheaded as his clit began to spasm.“Oh fuck,” Vernon groaned. “You’re squeezing me so good.” He leaned back and slid his thumb into Hunter’s mouth, holding it open. “Look me in the eyes as you cum on my cock.”Hunter’s vision started to tunnel as he stared up at his boss. This was way hotter than anything he could have dreamed of; Vernon’s chest shone with sweat and had bits of.