‘You are a bastard Even Luck.’ ‘I can’t be I know both my parents.’ ‘Wise-ass, I’m going to spank you tomorrow night.’ ‘You owe the ...pretzel jar $10, doesn’t she’? ‘Yes she does Dad. I think you’re going to need a larger jar. I don’t think anyone’s going to win.’ ‘I already know who’s going to win.’ ‘Everyone keeps saying bad words, who could possibly win?’ ‘Think about it, who is the one person in our house who has not said one bad word.’ Gordon tapped his foot for a second, and then his eyes. "You need to get some of this - My boy's Bitch sucks cock like a porn star! Get in her fucking mouth, Mike!" As they exchanged high fives, Mike and Carl withdrew their cocks from the slutwife's oral and vaginal holes with a sucking "pop," Melvin watched the studs' cocks glistening with his wife's saliva and sex juices and realized that his Rhonda was now the hottest video slut he had ever seen."Damn!" said one of the guys across the room watching as Mike's hard cock entered the corner of. At the base opposite the pillow was another arm, it looked length adjustable, with a box that had a metal rod sticking out towards the bench. The rod was threaded at the end, and the box had an electrical cord not yet plugged in. It also looked like that arm was removable.I knew what that box was. John had told me one of his fantasies was having me ride a fucking machine while I sucked him dry. That was a powerful fantasy for him, and he would fill my mouth with his sticky cum every time he. I came to dislike my parents, intensely. To this day, they never have understood why I dislike them. Some people are just dense, I guess.So, I could not talk to my parents or sister about this... not at all. When I had moved, I had lost contact with my old friends... not that I'd had many.Parents, again.I wracked my brain trying to think of someone who might at least listen with an open mind. I came up with two answers. One answer was any one of the catholic priests in and around my.