" "I'm not feeling very well tonight, I had to get out of there. I needed some fresh air. "I hope they don't miss me!" Don't worry. "Curly said. "I've...got my cellphone with me. I'll call Big Mama and tell her you're not feeling too good and I'm bringing you home to your apartment. "'Would you really do that?You think she'll understand?" Sure, she listens to me. I'm one of her favorites, besides everyone needs a day off. "He stopped his horse and smiled down at me and made the call."All done. ". Rhiannon ran the palm of her hand up and down the incredible length of Tiffany's throbbing cockshaft. She cupped Tiffany's balls and gasped when she felt how full they were. She squeezed the leathery jism sacs and Tiffany tossed her head. More slime bubbled from her piss hole. That massive slab of cockhead was starting to look like an eggplant in a cream sauce. Rhiannon's right hand drew back up to Tiffany's cockhead, brushing lightly along the veined stalk. She slowly grasped Tiffany's. The next level was equally as treacherous; it looked as though several attempts to burn the structure to the ground had been attempted, its damp and rotten timbers becoming the unkempt building's ironic saviours.He carefully ascended the last flight of stairs and peeped round into the grotto-like floor space before him. It angered him as he heard the sad whimpering of the girl and the course voices of the oaf and his thin client; the building moved visibly as the two slapped the girl around and. Behind her, Ronnie picked the gun off the buffet and carried it into the kitchen. “You’re not having an ‘accident’ while I can help it! You’re staying with us!”Jim stared at his daughter-in-law wildly. “You think ... what ... you think I’d, I’d ... I’d never...”“I don’t care, Dad. You’ve got two choices, you either come home with us or I call the cops and an ambulance and take you someplace else. Is that where you want to spend Christmas?”“You wouldn’t dare!” he roared.“Try me, Dad, try.