The radio was still playing, but there was something else. A noise, like a scratching noise, outside, on a window.She twisted her head to see if she c...uld see anything, but the bliondfold made sure she could see nothing. She listened carefully, but only silence greeted her. Sharon told herself that she was imagining things, and lay her head down again.There it was again. This time Sharon was not imagining things. There was a definite scratching noise at a window in the other room, the kitchen.. For you to understand his plan and some of the other things he wanted me to tell you, you need to understand the history of the Archer Family. The journal documents that history and you will need to read it. Henry thought that you might want to add to it.“I think that I should tell you about the Archer Family saga and Henry’s plan before we get into preparing you to handle the media.“The family saga is a very long story that covers more than nine hundred and fifty years. One of the Archer. No ... I might have something going not sure...” We talked for some minutes. The pressure was on. The Carters, the other Carters, needed me to make their day. Could I do it, be around Jenna knowing what I knew, doubtful. I wasn’t into faking having a good time, and that’s what I would be doing if I accepted the invite.Problem for me was, there were really two: one, that I had no one to be my anchor and support me per my feelings as to being around my daughter, and two the party was 200 miles. One girl said and I moaned, Yes, make them hurt, make them bleed. and each time a mouth left my tits another took its place and made sure to leave teeth marks from biting till there was blood coming from the bite. Each time one cock filled me another took its place and they all did as I had begged. Fuck me hard and rough, deep, ram it good. Someone got me up and I looked down and blood was dripping down from a lot of bites on my tits. I was bent over an improvised kind of rack and it was padded.