“Come here…need to make sure you can’t go anywhere…will have to get something for you and your son to drink…BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” he demanded. Porn But, his reference to…uh, shoving his cock down my throat, added to this just being a possible robbery. That fucking sick bastard doing this to us knows exactly what he was doing. In the few moments it took for the bastard to turn and set the glasses down…I started to get light headed. It was a shiny revolver being held by a black kid around the same age as Ben. Ben almost hit the curb; a combination of fear, confusion, and anger spread across his face has watched the criminal squeeze his mother’s tit. “What the fuck…really?” I thought, wasn’t enough for him to have my breast hanging out in front of my son, but…everything?
