”He grinned and led themselves to the small shore line, setting his backpack down against a tree and pulling out his water bottle out and camping eq...uipment. Took a sip of the cool water as he gazed out across the lake, just enjoying the peacefulness. “Its quite marvellous around here still” offering water to his daughter, who took a sip and smiled agreeing.She took off her backpack setting it down as she stretched her hands in air, “ahhh” making a sound letting her tiredness take a break, “Yes. She was now famous for enforcing my will and imposing it on the world for me.That was a long way in about a week from organizing a raid on Dad’s house on the orders of the President, the Attorney General, the Secretary of Homeland Security, and the Director of the FBI. Well, all of those were ... former positions now, former bosses of her, and now she would dispatch them for me. I would decide their doom ... and she would carry it out.After that, I would remove the worries, pain, sadness,. It was a little rough going at first, what with just my saliva on his cock, and no lube, but my ass was hungry, and I needed it filled up. He pushed the head in, and I immediately started crying, oh! take it out! He popped it back out, and said what's wrong. I need some lube, I said, it's too big. He said, fuck that shit, you're a whore, take it.He popped the head back in, and tears stung my eyes. Then he began slapping my ass cheeks and rotating his hips while I bucked up and down, slowly. Bruce lay awake on his bed in his room. sleep had long gone past. Somewhere a radio played ‘Cocksucker Blues’. He could hear fragments of the lyrics coming thru: “I’m a lonesome schoolboy and I just came into town. I heard so much about London, I decided to check it out. (…) Oh, where can I get my cock sucked? Where can I get my ass f*cked? (…) Well, I asked a young policeman if he'd only lock me up for the night. I've had pigs in the farmyard, some of them they're alright. He fucked me with.