As I was pulling out ingredients, the first song that played off my iPod was Wrapped In Red by Kelly Clarkson. Rolling my eyes, I thought ‘of course...��this is going to be a long night’. Trying to shake off the blues I was feeling, I began mixing all my ingredients, thinking back to the times I used to bake with my mom and my sister. When we were little, we would bake cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve and then when we grew out of Santa, we just did it for fun. Getting a sad smile to my face, I. "You're a naughty boy. You need to be taught a lesson."Just then, I heard the main door open downstairs. "Hello?" I heard a deep voice bellow. "We're up here," my mom yelled back, as she proceeded to spank me.Moments later, a massive black man came into the room. I recognized him from the Craigslist ad. He was the one I send my pictures to."I know how much of a little bitch you are," my mom sneered at me "so I called this man. We will show you how little bitches are treated."The man ordered me. She is helpless and allowing giri to do whatsoever he is looking for. Giri understand the situation and sit on her bed and ask mom to suck in Lund in juicy lips but she say “No”. He said You do it or I call your family members and others as well. She reluctantly takes the same in her mouth and giri start fucking her beautiful mouth and all vigour and in between press her boobs too. I am enjoying the screen from the hole on the door which is made keeping in mine situation like this and when Giri. Perhaps she might regain her composure by visiting the cafeteria. Here, at least things looked normal. Laughing, noisy students were packed in rows on each side of long tables, their plates piled with wholesome-looking food. Boys and girls alike were scarfing burgers and fries and washing it all down with large glasses of milk. The quantities of food were enormous and reminded Alice of the huge amounts the State was spending on lunch subsidies in the county. But it was obviously necessary. All.