One of my tormentors was on her knees in a dank toilet, pleasuring me with her mouth…
She groaned as my dick pulsed in her mouth. Xxnx It was going to be late by the time I got home, but I doubt anyone would notice. My sister would be there. I swear, it’ll work even better than some fake ass celebrity cracking open a can of Pepsi.”
He looked at his gun and pulled a face. “Did you know talking to yourself is a sign of madness?”
I turned and saw a smiling Faith Westcott looking at me.
“Actually, I was talking to the plants. Not without me. It was going to be late by the time I got home, but I doubt anyone would notice.
