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Slapping my pussy…

Three more times and my legs are wobbling.

He then turns and just walks out of the closet and out of the bakery.

Leaving me with my pants and panties forced down to my ankles.

My pussy stings, aches, throbs, and is soaked. My ass stings too.

I nibble some more on my bottom lip.

My toes curl in my shoes.

God, Corbin is so terrifying…

… yet it all feels so good…

Chapter 32

Corbin

Every garage baydoor is wide open.

I rub my chin with my right hand and catch the sweet smell of my Katie girl’s cunt still lingering on my fingertips.

Mutt steps up next to me, wiping his hands with a baby-blue cloth stained with grease.

“All set?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

“You don’t have to call mesir, Mutt. Bad enough we’re family. Just do what I say and I’ll keep everyone alive and I’ll keep money flowing. You like that influx in cash I bet.”

“Very much so.”

I look at my cousin. “Are you blowing it on strippers and hookers?”

Mutt nods.

“Jesus Christ, Mutt. I can get you cunt for free.”

“I like it,” he says. “They all have stories. It’s like I’m helping them. Helping their families.”

“That’s a fucked up way of looking at things. Paying someone to suck your cock and you’re thinking about what she’s making for Thanksgiving dinner?”

Mutt shrugs.

The minivan pulls into the parking lot.

“Hang back here,” I say to Mutt.

I walk forward right into the path of the minivan.

The vehicle comes to a stop and I go to driver’s side window.

Somefatherlylooking guy stares back at me.

“What’s the problem here, sir?” I ask.