“What a depraved whore,” groaned Daddy. “You're like a slut in a porno.”I shivered, moaning my agreement about his dick.“Just so perverse. W...lling to do anything with a cock.”Anything.I bobbed my head as he kept stroking my hair with that same fatherly gesture he had when I was a girl. Before I started wearing my hijab at menstruation. He stroked his fingers through my silk as I worshiped and cleaned his dick.I took more and more of him. The tip reached the back of my throat. I fought my gag. We have now confirmed this from conversations between the diplomat and his friend. But these two are also users, I suppose you could call them. They aren't in it just for the money, but to fulfill their warped sexual desires. I will not sit by and let these diseased rejects from humanity go unpunished for their past crimes, let alone put up with them raping and killing more kids. But ... their demise must look like an accident – ironclad, so that no one will ever suspect that the deaths have. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and saw how sexy her legs were and how her dress dipped down the valley between her big breasts. I felt a stirring of arousal grow between my legs. I continued to sip my drink whilst looking at her from the corner of my eye. My pussy throbbed and felt it becoming wet."Having a good look are you?" she asked me sternly."Sorry," I apologised.She laughed. "I was only joking, honey. What's your name?"I turned to her and shook her hand. "Kendra," I said.Her. Jean gasped at the lovely sensations and gripped his shoulders harder.Mark looked down at her and lowered his lips to hers. Jean let him kiss her. She just floated along as he teased her tongue with his and gently sucked on her lips. Mark groaned when she pressed herself closer to him and rubbed his cock into her belly.“My love, as much as I would love to take what you are offering, I don’t think you are strong enough. Come on, I want to wash your hair. It still has spider guck in it.”She.