1. Halloween Mom


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    easy. When I checked the tapes Thursday night I heard him talking with his wife, going through a long, drawn out explanation about how he had to go to Richmond for the weekend. His next call was to a married woman who he'd sold a house in a town thirty miles away to three months earlier. I listened to the tape as the prick arranged a dirty weekend at the seashore with her. Heard him tell her how he'd booked a suite at the Marriott on Virginia Beach for the next night. They arranged to drive their own cars and meet there. &#034I'll be there by eleven sweetie,&#034 were his last promised words before hanging up. Not fucking likely I thought as I sat listening. The next morning I put my motorcycle in the back of dad's pickup and drove it out to the cabin in the woods where I left it hidden in the brush. My escape vehicle. He came out of his office at seven thirty the next night, and was smiling broadly as he walked towards his car which was the only one left in the small, poorly lit parking lot behind his building. He thought he'd be getting laid in a few hours; instead I hit him with the Taser two seconds after he'd unlocked and opened the car door. It took another ten seconds to handcuff and gag him, then throw him unceremoniously into his trunk. Thirty minutes later I pulled the Caddy up in front of his cabin. I hadn't been gentle with the car as I'd bounced up the rutted track. By the time Graham Parker started to come around he was naked, spread eagled, his arms and ...
    legs tied to the four corners of the bed. He was already starting to bruise from the pounding he'd taken in the trunk. Too fucking bad! He awoke to find a tall, black clad man, his face completely masked, looming over him. He was still woozy from the jolt of Tasered electricity he'd received and I simply watched silently as his slowly clearing eyes moved around the room and over me, trying to figure out what was going on. &#034I think you got the wrong guy,&#034 he finally said, trying to sound confident but unable to hide the tremor of fear in his voice. His eyes were scared. &#034Not if you're Mr. Graham Parker,&#034 I answered pleasantly, disguising my voice. &#034Is this my cabin?&#034 he asked, stalling, wondering what it was all about. &#034I don't have much money on me... I don't,&#034 he started to add but I smashed him in the face with a short hard jab of my left fist. &#034What the fuck mister?&#034 he cried as bl**d started to trickle from the corner of his mouth. &#034I was hired to cut off your dick Graham.&#034 &#034Hired? My dick?&#034 he asked, his befuddlement clear in his eyes. &#034Do you know happen to know a Mr. Stanley Miller?&#034 I asked. His eyes flickered open in surprise at the name but he stayed quiet. &#034He took his wife to New York,&#034 I continued. &#034Felt it would be better if he wasn't in Roanoke when it happened.&#034 &#034When what happened? Who are you?&#034 he demanded as he flexed his arms and tested his restraints. &#034It's nothing ...
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