Curvaceous Stepdaughter Aria Banks Takes It All The Way Down

I feared my parents would hear Bette’s cries barely muted by the wad of wet paper in her jaws. Porn “Yeah, what?”
“Creep, for one thing. What if he tore her clothes in the right places and mauled her? She had to then stand on one leg. I stepped between her and the door. I thought, after dinner he had retired to his den. “Now you can’t run away or scream.” I stuffed the knot into her mouth. We nearly rioted our way out of the stadium, until we were on our own. Then I remembered, she’d worked with him for years. “Pull your skirt up. “Hello, Bette.”
“Ms. I had said the wrong thing. I got a text message. But it’s not related to what I wanted to ask you.”
Mother seated herself on my desk chair.