Once the car had passed and moved on to the next level, he moved me further back between the cars until we were next to the front fender. “Spread yo...ur feet shoulder length apart. Put your hands on the fender and touch your nipples to the hood. Keep your head up.”I did as instructed. Bending at the waist and lowering my upper torso until my nipples barely touched the cool metal of the car. If we had been on the roof level, the sun beating down on the hood would have made it hot enough to burn. It worked, after awhile the pain turned to pleasure. I began saying things like, "Is that as hard as you can fuck me? Fuck me faster, and I thought you were going to show me what a real man is." The last line must have clicked to him because he had a serious response. As soon as I said that he pushed all his weight on me, collapsing my knees; I was laid flat on my stomach unable to move. His cock was going deeper than before in this position. He told me, "Shut up sissy and take my cock. A real. I wanted proof of her innocence. Call it denial, I call it love. You might even call it stupidity or blindness.I'd still call it love.I considered hiring a detective. It made me shudder with apprehension. It also made me feel ridiculous. Images of shabby, whiskey-gobbling raincoat-wearers came to mind. Ah shit... was this really me thinking? A Private Eye? Wake up, man. This is Betty we are talking about. My Libby, remember? Besides, do they really exist outside these cheap pocketbooks from the. What else won’t you do?” “I won’t use the shower head to masturbate either. Now that I have you to ram your man meat into me” “Good, now go have a shower and play with your brother” “Okay” She jumps off the bed and skips out of the room. “Honey?” “Yes daddy?” “Send your mother in.” “Okay” Ten minutes later, Shavaye walks in wearing nothing but skin. He grabs her from behind and pushes her against the door. He breathes on her neck and shoves two fingers into her dry vagina. She giggles, but soon.