“Yes, I did,” Kathy’s face was wet with their secretions, “I loved licking your rosebuds.”
“And did you love Papa George’s d**k up your ass?” Marcy leaned over her.
“I did. I loved his d**k up my ass.”
“Are you rich and educated like the Doctor said?”
“Yes, what he said is true.”
“And is it true what they say, are you now the w***e of an ignorant Afghani who murdered your husband?” Darcy asked.
“And do you often suck his c**k and kiss his stinky feet?” Marcy giggled.
Kathy stared up into their painted childish faces, “Yes, I am now his w***e. I suck his c**k as often as he wishes. I kiss his feet to show him respect.”
“Open your mouth,” Marcy ordered. Kathy parted her lips. “Wider,” the girl demanded. Kathy did as she was told. Suddenly, Marcy spit into Kathy’s open mouth.
“Swal
