”She handed me a folded up piece of paper.Use the trigger words CULT FREEDOM and she will forget all about her children back in Idaho. They’d kill...her if she tried to return. But ask her anything you like until you do. I read it, put it in my pocket, took her hand and began strolling back towards my bungalow.“Why did you leave? I hoped it wasn’t personal,” I said.“Why does anyone run away from a loving family, a great school and a guy who loved her?” she said. “I was fucked up. There were. ”Gently, he guides me over, his hands adrift across my body. The woman grabs my arm and snatches me away from the chef. I stumble.“Stand up! You’ll be bending over soon enough.”I have a feeling that whatever is going happen will be driven by this woman’s deep hatred of everyone who is better-looking than her. I straighten. We are about the same height, but she is much broader and more powerful. She shakes with the kind of emotion that is usually repressed.“See this fucking pot? The pot washer. I told him “Fuck me,” as I stroked his dick. He was easily seven inches and four around; it was a huge cock with a big mushroom head. As I lubed up and was ready to be penetrated, our neighboring booth was occupied, and the last thing I saw before this big dick split my boy pussy was a nice hard cock going into my mouth. I was deep throating him while I felt my o-ring scream in protest as I was impaled on cock too big for my ass. It was painful at first but once I started sucking cock I. I got some food, you know regular food...that we eat.. I drove to my aunts house and stuff...blah blah blah...When I drove into the driveway, I saw someone with a nice pink and purple bikini and wondered if that was my cousin Annie. She a nice full head of hair, and for a twelve year old she had some nice boobs too. I parked the car and got out."Hey, are you Annie?" I asked putting out my hand. She nodded and said."Yes I'm Annie, are you Jordan?" She asked shaking my hand. I said yes of course.