Donald Mannheim sat in a diner in Los Angeles, enjoying himself a slice of pecan pie. He sipped on his coffee, which he liked black and bitter. It con...rasted with the sweetness of the pie, making it taste all the sweeter. He sighed as he took another bite and reached into his coat pocket. He glanced at his flip phone, checking the time and cursing inwardly.The team that had been sent to clean up the mess that the Sons had left behind hadn’t reported in yet. It had only been several minutes. "There was something there that caused my cock to twitch. She was going tobe in charge of whatever happened. Could Billy be a potential submissiveto my wife as well as a fuck partner? (I've since realized that thisthought as well as my calling him a "kid" were my ways of attempteddefense from the humiliating knowledge of what was going to happen.)Handing him a Coke, Cathy made sure that her fingers touched his hand andlingered for a bit. She was rewarded by more blushing on the his part,and I. I stuck my fingers back into my pussy, nice and deep, hips moving and straining against them, my other hand still grasping and fondling my nipples. I shifted my position, leaning against the side of the confessional where the window was. I stretched my arm upward, moving my other hand down to lightly stroke over my pussy and clit, fingers digging deep into my tight little hole. I pushed my dripping hand through the little window, moaning and whimpering lightly. ‘Wanna taste, Father?’ I asked,. " Heh, I guess," I laugh, exchanging another hug with the flame-hairedwoman before heading out to where my husband and my BFF are waiting forme."Ready?" Stuart whispers as he wraps an arm around my waist."Ready," I say, before reaching into my handbag for my keys. Withtrembling hands, I slowly remove the two front door keys I've used overthe last six years and hand them to my BFF, who immediately tears upwhen she sees them."N-no," Charlotte insists, pushing the keys back toward me..