Grace Opens Up For Hot Meat Injection

The private school that you went to. The nice house you lived in. The new car I bought for you that your Mother drove around. I’m not sure you want to go down that road of her bullshit, at least not in my house,” I said to him. “Yeah, well Mom’s dead,” he says to me. “When did that happen?” I say to him not really caring that his Mother has died. “A few days ago. She died on Christmas morning. Not that you would care about that,” Michael says clearly with a tone of sarcasm towards me. “Well, I’m sorry for your loss, but we were divorced, and she was not my problem nor my concern or don’t you understand that?” I say to him in just as sarcastic manner. “Are you really sorry Dad? You two were married for 16 years and then you were gone. It’s babe like you decided to just leave my life,” Michael says to me. “I didn’t decide to just leave your life. Your Mother took me to court, made false accusations about me and convinced the judge she needed more money. She always kept begging the court for more and more money. First, it was that the amount of child support wasn’t enough. Then it was she needed more alimony. You’re Mother only cared about how much money she could get from me,” I said to him not feeling very remorseful regarding her passing. “And yet, you could never find the time to come see me,” Michael says to me. “Kind of tough to come to see you when she slapped a restraining order on me. She was all about wanting my money but letting me see you she tried her damnest to stop me. If you don’t believe me, I have lots of court paperwork that I can show you. But you probably don’t want to see the truth, you only want to live in your fantasy world regarding your Mother,” I say to him now really getting pissed off. Michael keeps eating. “My compliments to the chef. This is really good,” he says to small tits me. “Well, if you can manage to turn Hardcore around and see the two guys in the white chef’s attire, those are the guys who made all the food,” I say to him. “Huh, well tell them that the food is good,” he says to me. “No. How about you use the manner that you were taught and get your ass out of that chair and go tell them yourself that you enjoyed the food that they spent hours cooking. Or is that too much for you Brunette to do?” I say to him, getting more and more agitated by his lack of manners. “Eh, I’ll tell them later. Right now, I’m hungry,” he says with a sarcastic smile on his face. I reach over and take his plate and toss it into a trash receptacle. “Hey, what the hell did you do that for?” he says. “Because apparently, you forgot how to conduct yourself in someone’s home. I ask you to go thank the chefs and you act as if that is beneath you to do. Well, guess what smartass, your done eating, and drinking. You are welcome in my home, but you will follow my rules, or you can just get the fuck out,” I say to him really pissed off now. “Can we help in any way? As she turned, speaking into the car, I noticed her thong vanishing into her jeans. Momo clicked it and was brought to the front page. All she wanted to know was when and for how many. I entered something broken. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt, but it still didn’t compare to what came after, when I pinned her supple and innocent body beneath me. “Let us pick you babe both out something nice. The blisters blackened on my hand, I could smell the flesh cooking, I could feel the fingernails melting, but I didn’t stop. His hands tugged firnly at the top of her sheets and pulled them down, fully exposing her. He seemed young and his skin, similarly pale to hers, didn’t look like it had seen much sun – if he was a colleague of Sam’s, he hadn’t been Brunette working in construction long. However, like I said, I suck at math and trying to think of anything while looking at her ass was Hardcore an exercise in futility. “So yeh’ll share the details?” They didn't have the time to stop and recover. Chains and shackles on the walls, hanging from the ceiling, and small tits bolted to the floor.