Monique shoved her right boot in front of him, pressing the thick leather against the top of his head.“Lick! NOW!!!”He immediately began painting ...he black leather with his tongue, bathing it in wet, wide swaths. His hands wisely stayed pressed on the floor as she moved her foot and calf all over his face, directing him precisely where to put his eager tongue to work.“You're going to get a lengthy paddling for that later and you're going to enjoy it. Isn't that right, bitch?”“Yeth mith-treth”. "Toss out your guns and stand up with your hands in the air where I can see them!" They did, just as Bill ran up."Sorry I'm late. I was clear across town at my sister's house when the alarm sounded. I ran to the jail and somebody told me where I could find you. What can I do to help?" Please look after these two galoots while I check inside the bank. Somebody in there may be hurt. I may not be back for a while." Eddy went into the bank and called, "I'M THE MARSHAL! ANYBODY HURT IN HERE?" There. Ray, I mean." I know. I know you're right," he said. "But once I come out of the closet, that's it. My life is going to be down the toilet. Britney Spears would think she had all the quiet and privacy of a cloistered nun, compared to me." At least talk to your guy — the benefactor guy - about it," Carolyn said. "Have him find out, from discussing it with scientists, what kinds of things you could do. There's stuff that would allow them to perform some basic research, at least. Blood tests, DNA. “You’re not going to tell me?” I asked, annoyed.“Nope,” he said. “A man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and tell.”“You already did,” I pointed out.“Well, a man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and share all the details,” he corrected.“Fine,” I sighed.“I know that means it isn’t fine,” he said. “But I’m okay with that.”“Brat,” I said, even as I straddled him.“So I’m told on good authority,” he shrugged.“I’m going to make that bitch my cunt licking slut tomorrow,” I declared.“I want to.