He remembered every word she had said as she rode him and his cock wilted and as it died he made himself a promise. He would go without no longer! Sha...wna wasn't going to be a nun? Well, he wasn't going to be a monk or a priest! To hell with being faithful to a whore.He was up and gone the next morning before Shawna or the girls woke up. He stopped for breakfast at the Village Inn and then went into work. As he passed through the office he found himself checking out the women who were already at. ” Spike was about to interject and Knocker held up a hand to stop him.“Then at dinner one of you fuckwits brings me the signed rounds chit from each block and I countersign it and you return it to the appropriate block or facility. Then I go back to watching dits, drinking piss and having the occasional wank. Tass all!”“Should take you fuckwits half a day tops then you can go back to drinking in the wets; don’t protest, I know you have the key and I don’t give a fuck, and torturing the grommets. Every breath she took was for him, and he lay there, on top of another woman. Another warm body to fill his bed for one more night, until he found another, and another, and another. Tiring of every faceless body eventually and moving on to another. When he turned and met her eyes, all she saw was surprise… no regret, no sorrow, no remorse. Throwing his gift on the floor she stormed back through his apartment, knocking over everything and anything she could. Tearing apart his book shelf, kicking. Two. I was beginning to have lustful thoughts, not only about my mother but also my grandmother. As I pulled into traffic I kept glancing at my mother's laptop which was lying on the floor. One side of me was saying I should just drop it off and be done with my curiosity. The other side was more forceful. Lust had taken hold of me. During the twenty minute drive to my apartment I kept going over the scenes in the video. By the time I pulled into the complex I had a raging hard on. I grabbed my.