"Or do you want a napkin like a big girl sweetie? Tell mommy what youneed." I look down hearing her say tell mommy what I want, damn she notonly is tr...ating me like a baby girl, but like she is my mommy, my lifeis so screwed up.I am trying to figure out in my head how to respond to Penny the way sheis treating me, but she keeps asking me another more embarrassingquestion before I can respond to the first one. "Stephanie is there anypretty bibs in the diaper bag for your little sister?" I think. They claimed to be hired guns, nothing else. I asked the name of the man who had hired them—I already knew from my conversation with Sally, but I wanted to hear it from them. There was no problem getting the name of John Applewild from them; however, they only had a vague idea where I could find him. They insisted that he was still in Austin as far as they knew. They did give me some leads on where to look, so I decided to take it easy on punishing them. I'd turn them over to the Mexicans and. "You old, fat piece of garbage." This last statement accompanied a hard swat at the cat.Simka dodged the blow and maneuvered to a new position under the front bookcase, close to the breakfast bar. It was a tight fit, surprising John that she made it.Nothing was under the Canadian glider-rocker in front of the livingroom window except Bunny, just out of his reach.He got up and went into the kitchen. Returning with a yardstick, he poked at Bunny to make him move. Hissing loudly, he did, revealing. "If you are half as good in bed as you are cooking, we're in for a realtreat tonight my girl," he told me, ignoring the look of horror on myface.He decided not to have a dessert, just cheeses and biscuits, but thebastard had me under the table while he ate them. This time, becauseof the height of the table and the angle I was at, he managed todislodge himself as he was finishing, resulting in both his trousersand my face covered in his cum. I couldn't get out from under thetable quickly.