About eleven minutes passed before I began to notice a glazed look in Dorthea’s eyes. Paul removed a small plastic bag from a drawer under the counter top; the bag had an orange-colored powder in it. Sex Again, he looked at the camera and gave me a big smirk before slathering the gel into the crack of her ass. This time it had nothing to do with her breasts. I arrived at the legal offices of Miller, Petrucci & Davis at 12:00 p.m. Sounds dramatic but that was how I felt. When he finally had his fill, my son repositioned his mother so she was leaning against the back of the sofa with her legs apart. “Like this, baby?” She looked over her shoulder to see Paul standing right behind her. While he did this, Paul addressed me:
“Dad, this is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time now. Let me go this instant!” she attempted to move her hands but the cuffs were snapped on too tightly. And more importantly, what did he put into her drink? I could only imagine the incredible sensations coursing through his twelve-year-old body. Not one to be put off, Paul got up and placed his hands on her lower back.
