"Well keep an eye on the driveway. Since we don't have the cop outside, I'm more than a little paranoid. The Atwoods are going to know we are onto the...."Before Martin left, he had retrieved my weapons stash. It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the bowie knife after all. I was just as glad. Knives are really messy. You have to be close enough to smell the blood and crap when you gut someone. I just never felt that it was something I would enjoy.I was carrying the 10mm Glock semi automatic. Others cup my breasts as they sway to the deep thrusts Jason is giving me. His cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears filling my eyes, but I’m not gagging. I am enjoying his command over me. I feel a hand go between my legs, running through my wet folds. I moan on Jason's cock. He pulls his cock out and slaps my face with the meaty head. My eyes meet his and I see them filled with lust. I hold my mouth open, needing to be filled again. He slaps me again with his cock before thrusting into my. "I forgot that you probably don't understand that," she said, turning and sitting up. "For ... years ... no picture of me showed my stomach. Some people suggested that I had had a C-section or stretch marks from a baby that I didn't want anyone to see. Others thought I was too prudish to show my belly button. A few thought I was actually a clone and didn't even have a belly button. Apparently that's how you can tell." Good to know," I said with a laugh."I'm serious," Liz said. "Google Liz. I was now only feet away, and I could see that the spell was taking effect. She couldn't take her eyes off of me, and looked shocked when I turned to her and asked if she had the time. Flustered, she stammered for a second, then realized that she had a cellphone. She fumbled as she pulled it out of her shorts pocket, then held the display up to read. She was centerfold model material, but she was as giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush. "It's about 5:32pm. The sun will be going down.