"Chris!! I want you to do the same to your mom!! Mrs Trusk you are going to let him do it to you and when he does you are going to be staring at me wi...h those blue eyes of yours!!" ordered Fatima."Yes Mistress!!" Mrs Trusk and Chris answered in unison.Chris came on top of his mother, thrusting his cock vigorously while Mrs Trusk cried a bit as she was being raped but at the same time she looked at Fatima, with sadness now in her strong blue eyes.Father was raping daughter. Son was raping. And if you’re willing, we can make all your women, including me, think you are a superstar.”To his credit, he eagerly submitted. To hers, she taught him about her clitoris and how to give oral sex properly, benefitting both as well as any other woman who would traipse through Darren’s life. For Ashley and her men, this was a summer of raucous sex. She had all her men individually, a couple of times, giving head to both Darren and Skip (the youngest two) in the truck to or from a job. She also. It would make it easier for me when chronicling this era. ‘Ser Bronn Blackwater’ sounds more aristocratic, and yet in step with the times, than your current formal designation. House Blackwater can pass Castamere down from father to son, said son can then be ‘Lord Blackwater,’ can point with pride to your legacy as a hero of Blackwater Bay, that kind of thing. Any thoughts of names? Gilly and I were thinking of a few for her next little brat. A fat little brat, that one’s like to be with me as. ” Terence implored.Byron observed him for a few moments, before saying, “Okay, that’ll be cool.”“Great! What’s your number? I’ll give you a call next week.”Byron recited his number after which his phone rang. “Don’t answer, it’s just me making sure I’m not dyslexic,” Terence affirmed. As Byron began to walk away Terence called out, “send Thomas my regards.”Terence remained seated on the bench, recalling the first weekend that he and Byron had gone away together, a few months into their.