Is it as safe as everyone thinks to discuss rumours in the hearing of Molly, the serving wench? Is she really a mute simpleton, or is she in league (or more) with the dashing pirate captain? Or what?
“I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?” Hanson's drugged him Mom, hellbent on payback. His friend Walt is going to record and participate, and his twin sister Jasmine will get in on things too. "You don’t have to burn in the fiery pits of hell. Give up your heathen ways, Hanson.” Not a chance, Mom, thinks Hanson.
Angela went to her room to get ready. Newly-pressed grey skirt, clean regulation
white knickers, long white socks, light blue blouse. She stripped off, went to the
washbasin and soaped her crack, making sure it was all spotless. There was nothing
worse than having people stare at a dirty bottom. Especially when they were about to punish it. And with a heavy heart she headed for the school offices, sitting on the bench outside with a nauseous, sinking feeling in her stomach.
Brian and his crew planned to hit this corporate tower for years. What they didn't plan for was that the party on the top floor was a bring your daughter to work party, twisting their plans, resulting in the men leaving with more than just the prize they were originally looking to steal.