Mackenzee Pierce at a Gloryhole

“Mom, blackmailing is when you use leverage over someone to get something done the person normally would never do. I’m not making you do anything.” “You were much nicer this afternoon when we were kissing.” “At least you can remember it now. I suggest you enjoy the memory, Mom. I will remember this lasagna. It does taste very good. Big Tits Thank you, Mom.” All the time I was having this conversation Carmen watched me with awe and Beryl fell from one surprise to the other. It was at this point Mom was getting desperate and thought her hands on my leg would change anything. I cured her of that thought. “Mom, do you really think imposing your hands in my crotch would miraculously save you from your dire situation?” “But.. I… Harry …. Beryl, help me… Carmen?” “No, Ms. Ashe. I’m not going to help you. Just be happy I will not help you like you helped me all my life.” “Beryl, what do you know that I don’t?” I said with interest. “The woman has been hiding behind the name of Pennington. But instead of wedding herself to Wilbur Ashe, she was never wed with my father, Jim Pennington. She only used his name. She never divorced your father either. I suspect her seeing him regularly. I couldn’t say anything, you know why. But thanks to a certain Mr. Harry Ashe, I can now speak Glory Hole openly. Thank you, Harry. I owe you. Bigtime.” “Shouldn’t we take this to the police. Have justice take care of this mess, Beryl?” “No, Harry. Going to the police would ravel everything up again. I don’t want that to happen. Dear Ms. Ashe is going to pay rent to me for living here. I will have it valued and she will pay 90% of the market price. Plus the inheritance she stole from me.” “You heard Beryl, mom.” “But… But… I… I don’t… I don’t have 73,000 dollars.” “Do the best you can and or get help from Steve, Peter, and Birgit. She was a redhead like me, but with brighter hue to her curls. Touch me. Give me a taste of what's to come." But the night continued on with everyone stumbling around and eventually just sitting down. “Seriously.” Apparently, this was Glory Hole entirely a business meeting. At the far end of the bus he found two empty seats, and sat down next to the window. Liz was cooing in time with Havana's suckling. "Oh god Alex, fuck it's so fucking big. He hurt me and its so horrible and so painful.” Megan took them into her bedroom. I was trying hard to remain quiet. For some reason I was expecting my probation officer to be some sarcastic, patronizing, overweight, middle-aged, bloke; a has-been with a social conscience and an attitude problem. The tight sheath than enveloped Big Tits was wonderful.