Rosa was at the twilight of her life.
'I'll out live you all.'
She will out lick the most ardent dyke.
'I've got a series, granny licks out the Brazilians.'
Nothing surprised me about Rosa.
Once day she grabbed me in the isolation of her kitchen, put me in a headlock, cuffed me and dragged me to her bedroom and locked me inside her cupboard.
I wasn't alone.
'Yes, they were two of my carers that got on my tits.'
They must have had big tits because I could see four silicon pouches gathering dust on the floor of the cupboard.
This really showed the true creepy side of Rosa.
'And if I remember to feed you,' she said, standing outside the cupboard, that was locked with a chain and lock, explained why she had so many batches of keys, 'then you may live.'
I hated Rosa even more.
She had fooled us all.
An old lady, suffering from dementia and vulnerable.
Just bullshit.
And now my life depended on this man hater.
'I'll chop your balls off and dice your cock and feed to my cat.'
I hated that cat.
I had thrown it in the air so it did triple somersaults.
'And you will pay for it cock sucker.'
Rosa was our lady at Big Tit Inc.
She was a natural born killer.
