He just would not have them for a bargaining chip later because when I was through with them, they were going into the furnace alive.“1800 hours Mon...ay at Fort Smith - located at Morton Field - if you want to be in on the fun,” I said.I went back to reading the information in the bag. If Director Dorin kept his word I had Guardian General Fayeez Mohammad of the Iranian Republican Guard, head of their intelligence division. Balthazar’s father, if the reports were right and the mastermind driving. She might even see if her mom could take the youngest for the day, but Ann said it would be ok.Two weeks later, Ann showed up at Julie's door with a toddler in tow, about a year younger than her youngest. The two women hugged and kissed."This is my son, Paul Jr. or PJ, and he will be three in a couple of months." Just a little younger than my Carly. But why didn't you say something about having a child? Is he your only one?" Well, it isn't the best of stories, and I didn't want to talk about it. You get it… Harry Potter. Go ahead and laugh, laugh away… you know you want to. Get it out of your system so I can tell my story. It’s a serious one. Sure it involves witches and even wands… Damn it! Stop laughing! This is a serious story and it doesn’t involve a single overly cute kid or castles or schools of magic! Well, maybe there is some magic involved… or maybe not. You can decide for yourself. Since the first Harry Potter book came out in the US about ten years ago, I couldn’t count the. But, she had to admit to herself, she was really turned on playing the “victim” role. She squirmed and fought to free her bound hands from the tightly tied pantyhose, to no avail. The big woman increased the pressure on her mouth, and moved her hips faster and faster. Bev could feel her intruder’s spasms, and she felt a rush as the muscular woman gripped her hair tighter, and emptied her spurting love juices into Bev’s mouth. “Drink it, bitch, suck my cum down your throat, you fucking slut!”.