"Dad used his court voice and said, "You can either do that or tell it Children's Services. I have enough to have her remanded pending a hearing."Now,... why don't each of you exercise some common sense and quit mouthing threats? Answer Lois' question"Missus Anderson said slowly, "No."Mister Anderson said, "No!"Mom said, "Have you found her trustworthy and honest in her dealings with you and with others?"They both answered, "Yes." It was obvious that they weren't happy. Chad told me that you did. It hurt to the point I wanted him to stop but at the same time I wanted him to keep fucking me."Fuck man, your hole is so fucking perfect. Fuck." His voice was a deep masculine whisper of intensity.He continued to pound my ass. Fucking me deep. I could feel his breathing increase. He continued to moan and the pitch of his voice was filled with a depth of pleasure and vulnerability that drove me crazy."Fuck man... fuck man. Fuck, I'm gonna cum man." Oh fuck oh please, please fill me up." I was. Wonderful and to be lived to the fullest! It’s also unfair, hurtful and filled with plenty of pain and misery to go around. We have survived the Judaeo-Christian philosophy, the age of enlightenment, the age of reason and it would appear that we are in the age of ‘anything goes’. Tough on a person growing up in the late 20th century, yet full of promise for some. The rest must live a life filled with varying degrees of pain and misery. This is a true story about choices. . . . I was born and. “Look. At. Me.”Bill faced her.“There’s cum on the floor. Why is there cum on the floor, Bill?”He squeezed his eyes shut, folded his lips and breathed audibly.“I’ll tell you why. Because you jerked off to me getting fucked, didn’t you?”“Frankie, I–”“Didn’t… you?” She stepped close enough that her sharp breathing rippled Bill’s shirt.“Frankie, let’s forget about thi–”“Shut up. You listen to me now.”Bill nodded.“I don’t wanna hear any excuses, justifications, none of that. You want my silence?.