It only took her three sentences to tell me that my trip home had been ineffective. According to her, I had not stayed long enough to solve their prob...em. I translated her complaint to mean that I hadn't written a check. She knew that I was coming. Why hadn't she been at home? K.O. was her kid. Why was it our mother's responsibility to take care of him? Why was it my duty to solve her problem?The travel bag contained my suit, shirt, tie, shaving kit, and running shoes. Remembering that Margaret. I could hear the clicking of her "fuck-me-now" pumps against the concrete floor as she walked towards the copying machine.Sweat started beading down my face. This was something I’ve wanted to do for a long time! And how here I was going to do it!I crept out from behind the boxes, making sure I was ever silent. The anxiety made me hard. I could hear her hum a sweet melody as she set up the pages to be copied. I got to within inches of her, and I could smell her perfume. She pushed the copy. Vernon being thin, Lexington had to push a cushion under his crotch to raise his ass for proper fucking and then took him easily. Though Lexi had a 7’’, very thick cock, Vernon took it without complaining of any discomfort or pain. Lexington figured that the boy was a total bottom faggot, as he kept demanding for harder and deeper thrusts with much faster rhythm and speed. Lexington took the boy’s ass for good 35—40 minutes in different positions and finally dumped his warm load in his greedy. Hi. My name is Chastity and what you already read, which Bob had to write for Judge Gardner, is pretty true. I remember us saying things a little differently in spots, but it’s mostly an accurate description of what happened.What I’m doing here is adding in what happened after Bob wrote that. Nobody’s making me do this. It’s just that I think someday it might make a good story so I want to get it all down.First, I need to explain why I said Bob’s description of things was mostly accurate. It.