Every now and then I noticed a sad tone in her voice, but still said nothing about it. Eventually bottle was empty and I was feeling already better.�...I don’t know about you Isaac, but if we are going to drink the tequila, we will need to eat something so we don’t get drunk that fast with it.”“So you want to order something, pizza or Chinese?”“It will be better if we cook something. How about fried plantains and meat? I know you always have meat in your freezer.”“Ok, but you know my rule: if I. He was rough too. He loved to hurt the cunts abit, so that theynever forgot what a stud he was. But his own mother! How could he? It was simple. For a thug like Brett, he didn't just put out ofhis mind that it was his own mom he was violating, oh no. He actuallyplanned it and thoughtabout it. After all, she had no one stuffing her cunt, andit would getdried out and musty if she didn't get some dick. And fuck,her tits were still decent. That first time, even though she had only had to suckhis. "Yes, but I don't think I need to tell my bitch how to eat from her bowl, do I?" Oh, no, David." She said. "This bitch knows exactly how you want her to eat. Thank you, David." She added before placing the bowl on the floor, at my feet, and lowered her head to earn her reward."Well done, slut." I praised and went back to my calculations as she moaned her gratitude, her pants still pulled down.No matter how many corners I tried to cut, there was just no way the earnings from the measly teen job. All that Mark could say of his first look at the crowdwas, “Sodom And Gomorra, we found it!”Several hours of Rum, Gin, Burgers and Jimmy Buffettwent by quickly. I may be greedy, but I can’t getenough of watching gorgeous girls in thong bikinis tryto win a free drink in a limbo contest. I wonder whatthe rest of the world was doing? I know they weren’thaving as much fun as we were. All too soon however, the time to leave was upon us.Annette let it be known in no uncertain.