He brought both over near the fire. Wringing out the cloth, he asked, “What are your names?”“I am April and my sister is August, Master,” the ...first, the one always on the right, answered.“Why did your Master whip you?” he next asked.“We don’t know Master. He never tells us,” the second, the one always on the left, answered.Jason then went to the schrank and opened one of the drawers inside it and removed a large jar of yellow salve. He placed this near the fire to warm it and make it easy to. To how good my slut had looked mounted on the cross, impaled by the phallus, how fit, and how I’d have loved to have fucked her like that, before actually killing her. That thought pushed me over the edge. "Fuckkkkkkkkk, yesssssssssss!" My body convulsed as my hips jerked.I roared as I came, not knowing or caring which of the cunts I was inside, my back arching as I felt a flood tear through me, a waterfall of ecstasy and horror, a swarming avalanche that swept me away and left nothing behind. I'm just not In Love with you." To women, apparently that's the difference between who they sleep with, and who they just let buy them dinners and movie tickets and ice cream and...She moved in with her new man, who became one of many to come through her life for various periods of time. She eventually married yet another person, but only for a brief moment out of Her lifetime. While she never seemed to let herself get that close to anyone else after that, She never seemed to lack for company. It was a good night and I had enjoyed myself. Since I'm not much of a drinker — I'm the kind of guy who will nurse two beers all night long — I ended up as the designated driver. It was almost two in the morning by the time I got home. I used my key to let myself in and when I walked into the house I walked in on an altogether too familiar scene.My mother was a slut, a whore, a fuck pig, a round-heeled tramp, a bar floozy, take your pick, but the bottom line was that she was an easy piece of.