Quickly, his sister put down the photograph and lay back on the couch. She spread her legs revealing a thatch of thick black hair parted by the dark purple slit of her rancid smelling cunt. She began to play with herself.
“Now, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul directed, “And lick his balls.”
Although Ira’s breath was coming faster. “I was there, in the plane with your husband,” he said.
“We killed him,” Abul shouted.
Kathy groaned and started to rise.
“Goddamn it, you stay right where you are!” Abul shouted. “Keep your eyes open and keep doing what you’re supposed to do or Jeff’s little sister will feel the whip.”
Kathy licked Ira’s testicles. She could feel the raised warts against her tongue. “Don’t you quit,” Ira ordered. “Do it like you like it. Keep in mind that you’re lickin' the balls of on
