Froth lines her top lip and I’m staring at it, thinking of cum. (What am I like?)‘I can go one better than that,’ she says. ‘Why not come with... me to the club and carry out your fantasy for real? It really is so easy to do. What guy is going to turn down no-strings-attached sex? Not many, believe me. And that adage “hand it on a plate and they will take it”, is perfectly true.’Sounds simple but I’m not too sure about Genie’s proposal. Despite wanting to enact my fantasy, have I the guts to carry. He held me by my hair and threw on his bed. He then whipped me twice randomly on the entire body before abusing my mother for making me such a bitch.He came close to spit directly on my face and rubbed it on my entire face. He then quickly browsed the bondage briefcase was just next to me and took out a pizza cutter. It wasn’t surely a pizza cutter sin it was very small in size but it was exactly of the same look. He then grabbed my left boob with his left hand hard enough to give me sudden. Cree to finish. Two, three, four minutes passed.Finally, Mr. Cree made a final click and turned back towards Laura, “You have a son, right?”Laura’s smiled turned genuine. She did have a son. The love of her life.“He around my son’s age, right? fifteen? sixteen?”Laura was clearly proud of her son, and you could tell it in her voice, “My son, Jason, recently turned fifteen. I believe your son is sixteen, right?”“Yes, he’s sixteen.” Mr. Cree leaned in slightly, causing Laura’s confidence to begin. Bob climbed down the engine's steps and walked back to the baggage car. Joe was already standing there."It's hard, isn't it?" Joe asked in a fatherly way."You don't even know..." Bob muttered."Oh, but I do know, Bob," Joe said, "I've been through this before. Many times. If you keep on with the railroad, this will not be the last time. It's part of the job, man. And it sucks. It sucks horribly. You were there, and you saw him, and there was nothing you could do." I could have gone slow-" Bob.