Over the weeks after I got fired, I kept hearing discussions between my Mom and her sister, most of them was about how "horny" my Mom was, and how muc...h of a "slut" she used to be before she met my Father, being divorced for a year now, she said she was ready to get back in the saddle, which, even though I was hiding in a hallway, made my Aunt laugh hard, I could hear my Aunt laughing from all the way over there.I was flabbergasted, I mean, it's my Mom we're talking about here, and now that. "I'm sorry that this has to end so soon. I'll see you tonight?" By all means. I can't wait."When I arrived both of them had dressed up. I felt awkward in my jeans and polo shirt.Anita greeted me with a teasing kiss, one of her best, and led me into the lounge. The coffee table held a bottle of wine and three glasses.We made small talk until each of us had finished a glass."Brad, I know you and Anna have had your problems. We both would like to start over. Although I am happy with our occasional. Her father placed the empty plate on the side and used his free hand to slap her swiftly across the face. The shock of it made her speechless. “Only good girls get fed,” Patrick said, “Now get on the floor.” Still reeling, but unnerved by the edge in her father's voice that used to terrify her as a child, she obeyed and got down on her hands and knees on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Patrick sat down at the kitchen table and began eating his food. He could feel Violet's eyes bearing. Apart from bad breath, ugly bodies and faces, intoxication, clumsy use of callused fingers, and reluctance to say what they wanted, they made demands no woman could enjoy. I detested men pissing on me, especially when they tied me up and aimed at my mouth, or spitting on me, and it was horrible when they forced their fists into me. Even worse were the ones who tossed off on my face and made me keep my eyes open. If you’ve ever had spunk in your eyes you’ll understand. Men who wanted anal sex.