Feel free to use her as you wish. Just try to remember that you haven’t fucked me yet today,” my sister winked at me now.“She is my bitch, yes. ...Just as Steve is. And just as Dick and Karen are your bitches, your own parents as well,” I recalled, “and you’ve been very generous with your mother’s luscious body.”“Hey, what can I say? I’m your bitch, too, you know! We all are, deep down, bro!” Tiffany pointed to her tattoo, of course.You know, the one with the words “Bruce’s Cum Whore Forever,”. MY parents, not his old ones. I had been locked away in a shell with no key.I felt that familiar pain as I thought about everything he did. Every moment of displeasure, every time he came home and yelled at me. He had stopped being the person that I had fallen in love with. That was why I had to sign those papers. I had to sign those papers for that final night. That night I decided had decided to leave him.***It was 3:00 in the morning. I was sitting up in the bed crying. I knew where he was,. They bothhad their eyes open looking at her. She could feel their hands caressing her. She moved down the bed out of their reach. She turned around so that she was now facing them. They reached out to touch her. “No, don’t touch me.” She could see they were very confused. She lay down in front of them. Running her hands over her breasts slowly, caressing them. She pinched her nipples and pulled at them. She looked at them and could see the desire growing in them. “No touching. I just want. He opened his eyes to see Clara fixated on him with her hand down the front of her pants. ‘Shit.’ Clara said as she pulled her hand out. ‘Sorry I couldn’t help it.’ ‘Oh don’t worry about it. Hell I’ll even let you finish.’ ‘Well there’s nothing to watch now.’ Clara smiled. At this point there was no turning back. Benny smirked back at her and went up a couple of the stairs. He grabbed at the waste band of her jeans. He pulled them down to her ankles and released one of her feet. He leaned.