As the cab pulled up at the curb I let out a sigh, it felt good to be home and put all the shit behind me. I guess I should fill you in. My name is Sa...m I’m 26, 5’10 lanky with short brown hair and wear glasses I’m an A typical dork if you ever saw one, and I was coming home for the first time in ten years not just for a visit but to stay.. You see my life had recently fallen apart horribly. When I was 16 I left home to take a job as a console operator on an offshore Oil rig I never had any. We finished up around lunch time, and he expressed his gratefulness for my time and asked if he could buy me lunch. I of course said “yes,” and we went across the street to a very upscale café in Phips Plaza. Lunch was fun as we laughed and I also was becoming enamored by Jeff, but tried to keep my enthusiasm tempered knowing he was married with a beautiful family. However, the conversation became more personal and he started asking me if I had a boyfriend. The answer was “no.” What I did not. "Do you often go out like this, looking for sex?" No, Master." Are you a good girl?" I try to be but I am not." Why is that? Are you always touching yourself? Do you like to play with it?"I nodded."I'm a very dirty girl, Master. I can't help it. I can't control it."His hand went back to my thigh."You know this means I'll have to teach you a lesson, don’t you?" Yes, Master."He finished his drink and took me by the hand."Come on, then. Let's sort you out, you filthy slut."We walked from the bar. He feels how his ass stretches and it feels like his dad's dick is tearing him apart. Hal bows over his son and pinches his nipples. Then he uses his hands to help him slide over Dumptruck's dick and bounce up and down. Slowly he slips more easily inside the backend. It still hurts, but Hal tells him to breathe as Dumptruck slowly eases all the way in. The tension fades. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore. And soon Dumptruck feels how his seed is building up from inside, like a river flooding its.