They agreed to give her confidential informant status. If she testified, she would get immunity and a clean record. She agreed to testify. I had a fee...ing she did it for the breathing room it gave her. It was her last chance to con her mother and me.It wasn’t going to work period, I told myself. It was my plan to get her ass to Grenada, and to keep her locked up tight. She would be wearing an ankle monitor, so that I could track her. That was my plan.“Hello in the house,” Cathy said standing on. They had made rib eye steaks, cut up potatoes and onions that were cooked in foil, and fresh sweet corn on the cob. We hungrily ate the food at the picnic table while listening to one of the country stations from the nearby town, while enjoying more Budweiser beer. Of course they called them “Bud’s” and said hell yeah we’ll have another Bud, while looking at Bud. After dinner, we sat in the four chairs around the campfire Billy had started. With full stomachs and feeling way relaxed from. Diane lapped at her and sucked her clit happily. I watched contentedly until Mike stood and guided me on to the bed as well. He and I stood on either side of Stephanie's face. Mike put his hand under her chin and directed her mouth first to my cock. With eyes closed, Stephanie took my entire length, then moved back and forth between her father and I. She held both of us in her hands, pulled us closer until our tips at times were rubbing together. The sensation was thrilling and the sight even. All eyes turned on the blonde. She had pulled a sheet of paper from the stack. Numbly, Abigail looked over her sister's shoulder to read the document, and her heart sank. Abigail's eyes never made it past the letterhead, which identified the sender: the Greater Nashville Women's Health Clinic. Abigail felt a wave of nausea. She kept telling herself that this was all a farce, a scam, kept telling herself that Jack wouldn't do this, not again. But the distrusting part of her brain, the part she'd.