.. money... a gorgeous wife... probably a fine son... and you threw it all away for power. You used to do good things. You used to make the world a be...tter place. Now people own you and you're miserable. If you ask me it's YOUR life that's fucked up, and YOU'RE the one who made it that way. And you're dragging her down with you."He was actually agitated now, closing and opening his fists."I want you to stop... seeing her," he insisted.I had had it by now. This guy just could not get past his own. He smiles and looks me up and down and tells me I look hot tonight. He asks me if we could go back to my place since my folks were still out of town and I tell him I'd rather not,but there is a truckstop down the street that has a motel with hourly rates. We walk arm in arm the two blocks down the street to the motel. My yellow sun dress flowing in the breeze. I feel so sexy out in public on the street walking with my 60 something older man. I know he must feel special too,walking with his 15. He felt being bashed up. Both physically and psychologically.Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would not have allowed himself to be subjected to this sort of treatment.Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better.. " she instructed. I was not scared of being nakedwith mother. We laid naked often so I striped. I laid naked next to momand fingered myself as mom and the lady played with they 'sex toy'. Itold mom I wanted to try it. She put the toy in her mouth and licked herjuices off. Then mom put the toy on my vagina. It was vibrating. I almost orgasmedas soon as it touched me but she moved it and I calmed down. Mom slidethe vibrating toy across my nipples, down my stomach and to my vagina. Iwas moaning.