‘She won’t help you out like I have.’ ‘Yes, she will.’ ‘No, she won’t. She won’t be there 24/7. She won’t tell you when your thighs ...re too fat and your stomach is hanging over your pants.’ ‘No, she won’t, because I don’t need her to.’ ‘Yes, you do. You need someone to tell you what to do, Janice. That’s the way it’s always been, don’t you remember?’ The reflection smiled, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. ‘I used to help you pick out clothes, remember? And we used to dance to the. I wanted to see how he is doing. What became of him?”Joseph looked at the ground and let out a long breath.“He’s dead,” he answered almost in a whisper.“You killed him?” Julia gasped.“No, of course not,” Joseph replied, looking up. “He ... he suicided. Genrico and I left him alone to dress while we questioned the other priest. When we went back to check on him, we found he had taken a ceremonial knife and cut his throat. He never made a sound. He just lay down on the floor and sliced a gash out. I soon got used to the size and I begin to enjoy the sensation. Davon began to slide his dick in and out of my body and I could hear his hard, sweaty thighs slapping against my buttocks.Every time he pushed in all the way, I begged him for more…Jerome was looking at us from the door.“Oh, man… your white bitch has a very tight ass…” Davon said.As he heard my moaning, he got himself more excited and sweaty; he then started to pound my anus even harder and faster.Davon suddenly grabbed my head by. .,” he whispered.In my half awake state, I was very aroused, so close to cumming. I just needed one small push, and I would explode into a million pieces. He must have sensed that, because he spread my lips open wide. It was like he was watching my clit pulse and jump. He leaned down. I could feel his hot breath. With the tip of his tongue, he probed me. Using it only tongue, this dream lover nudged my hood back, fully exposing my throbbing clit. Letting only a moment pass, he sucked it up into.