‘You ready for the sling baby boy.’ I could t wait. ‘Yes daddy.’ I jumped up and made my way over to the sling, extremely horny. I got in with...the help of my new daddy and he began to eat me out. I couldn’t help but to moan in absolute pleasure. He stuck a finger in, then two, then three, then I was ready for his cock in my boy pussy. ‘You ready to take daddies cock?’ ‘Yes daddy, fuck me hard’ I said. With that he got up and I felt the tip of his cock at the door of my pussy. He gently pushed. There are two ways to get rid of someone. One is the obvious, murder. The other is to ruin him financially. Believe me, a guy like Henry has a hard time deciding which one is worse. I decided to do both. I mean, after all, I might not be successful murdering the prick. Maybe I should rephrase that because in my mind, his prick had been conspicuously absent for some time: I might not be successful murdering the man. There, that sounds nicer. I'm over being mad, I told myself, as clear. I try to ignore her crying and man up but she continues to burst into tears i feel a little guilty but as I remove all her clothes I begin to feel her up and down and now I dont give a damn what I just did. an innocent little girl picked up from the street and lured into my house me the bad guy? no its her fault for falling for it. I put her on the futon take aall my clothes off and spread her legs apart but she closes them I walk up stairs get the biggest knife I see and threaten her with it.. Anderson grinned at her and placed his hand on the small of her back, ‘You’ll love it.’ Farida wasn’t sure if he was referring to him abusing her or brunch at The Willows. Anderson had been right: The Willows was a really beautiful place with a vibrant and comfortable ambiance. Having chosen a discreet corner in the restaurant, Farida plumped for gozleme bread stuffed with feta cheese, onions, mushrooms, and spinach. Anderson opted for the vegetable Moroccan stew with aromatic rice. .