Let's have an early night, huh?"He was back at FREDDIE'S FOOD MART. Taking items out of the trolley andonto the check-out counter. The cashier was sta...ding opposite from him."46.20," she said.Josh searched for his wallet, but couldn't find it. He started to panic.There was a line behind him reaching all the way to the back of thestore."46.20," the cashier repeated patiently."Just a second," Josh said. He was breaking out into a cold sweat. "I...Ican't find my wallet."The cashier leaned forward. Strangely, Gabriela and her 'Uncle Caleb' have similar tastes in music. The classic rock that she listened to amused her parents. That was their music, not their daughter's! It wasn't natural!Caleb considered his options. JJ, Kim and Blake were his family, and they were in danger. Ten thousand dollars wasn't enough to be effective in protecting his family. He needed a way to make a lot of untraceable money, fast. A card game would do the trick, but the IRS, and therefore the General, could. My cock was stirring, the pull of the ball sack making anything other than a painful erection impossible. Madge lifted herself up and my wife's cunt replaced it, like her mothers and aunt it smelt like she had cum and I could see cunt juice holding the lips together. The wife moved down and her arse came into view, her feet pushed against my arms which moved my legs and pulled my balls even further, I gasped and opened my mouth wide, her arse hole opened and a turd started to extract itself. “You fuckin’ little whore” he said softly as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off him. I saw Jon move over to another chair as Jerry stood up next to the sofa and had me sit on the edge of it. Without any warning he slapped my face hard several times, “You want my cock whore?’ he asked. “Yes, Yes please” I answered back looking up at him. Again he slapped my face hard, stinging my cheeks, “You want my cock whore?’ he asked again. “Yes” I started, “Your whore wants your cock”.