When I took Fran home on the Sunday afternoon, we were met with a tirade of abuse. Ms. McNair out-did herself in her venomous outbursts and she didn't...sound like she was sober. She worked herself up so much that her fat face got dark red, and I started to worry about her health.I worried more about Fran, though, and tried to be as diplomatic as possible. "I think you are misunderstanding the nature of our relationship Ms. McNair," I tried - in retrospect much too convoluted. I had another go:. But, Clara was there on a mission and every minute to find her sister was precious.As soon as she arrived in the city and without checking in at the hotel, she went directly to the morgue to ask if a non-identified body had been delivered since the end of February. Irritated with the clerk at the front desk who gave her a form to fill out and request information, Clara almost rubbed her bronze badge from the Federal Police in his face, saying that she was there officially to find a missing. But Mom and Cynthia had more in mind. That morning I waswearing black slacks, sleeveless white blouse, a short-sleeved tailoredblack blazer and my usual black loafers.As we were getting ready to leave, I heard the doorbell, followed a fewmoments later by Cynthia's voice. As sometimes happened, she stopped by ourhouse on the way to work if she had something to discuss with Mom.As I emerged and presented myself for my Mom's daily inspection, she,Cynthia, glanced at my hands and commented, "I. He rubbed his dick up and down my crack before gently pushing into my ass. I let out a loud moan when he finally shoved it in. He humped a few times and before long he was fucking me. REALLY fucking me. I could hear his pelvis slapping into my ass over and over. My semi-hard cock was leaking precum all over the couch. He pulled out quickly, and told me in a rushed voice to get on my back. At that point I was willing to do anything he said, I was a total slave to his cock. I get on my back and.