She ran the whore business and made sure the women were addicted to heroin and cocaine. Ret searched her mind and found the business ledgers detailing...all the women current and past who were forced to work for the Cartel. Which country they came from. Where the living still worked. Where the dead were buried. Her sixteen year old son was in charge of keeping the ledgers up-to-date. He and his father sampled the merchandise till they were turned over to his men, or to the whorehouses. Mother and. ‘I’m glad you made it back.’ ‘Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?’ she demanded then noticed his coal black hair was soaking wet dripping down on her then realized she was completely naked under him. ‘Whoa there. You were drowning. You seem to be doing considerably better.’ Then it hit her like a truck. This guy just saved her life then she realized she was shivering and her teeth began to chatter. ‘Oh God! I’m sorry. You must have been who I saw. You scared me and I guess I. The two new arrivals willingly offered up their cocks, and Tina just as willingly pleasured them. Then she was bent over the headmaster’s desk again. This time there was no spanking, just hard fucking; Tina fucked from behind and sucking cock at the same time. Three loads of cum were delivered on her tongue, and she swallowed with a smile, assuring the viewer in close-up that the men’s sperm was delicious.“How are you feeling?” my wife asked when the clip had played out.“Fine,” I said. And I. I then headed over to the undertaker’s to find out what was going on. The man at the door tried to bar my way saying I had to pay to go in. I slammed him into the wall and asked, ‘Do you think you can make me?’ Walking in I saw the undertaker had propped Hickok up as if on display, and was charging people to see him. This really pissed me, off. I grabbed him and shouted, ‘Just what the hell is going on here? This was a great man, not some carnival freak. Why hasn’t he been buried already?’.