That’s what prompted the situation, that and she suspected that I stole Willard’s stash of drugs and drug money. That’s how I survived, sis. I u...sed the stash that she couldn’t prove that I had to get by without having to turn tricks. That’s probably part of why Mom and Dad got raided, suspicious drug activity and all that jazz.“This, though, this is just a whole new level of evil. Passing off another man’s child as his? Paternity fucking fraud? You know, you and I are cool, good folks, but. We were in the third house our family owned.The play house.“You have a dungeon?” Mr. Armstrong croaked. His face was pale.“It’s in the basement,” Clint said, nodding his head over his shoulder at a short hallway. There was a door there.Mr. Armstrong marched towards it, passing Clint. My brother sighed, shook his head, then grabbed Mrs. Armstrong’s dark-red hair in a firm grip. She gasped as my brother hauled her to her feet and dragged her after her husband, the woman half-bent over.Pussy cream. Nodu nan thullana vasane hegidhe antha andhluMe : nange huchhu iddhana hoge aithuJoragi avala thullana nektha avala rasa kudithideNethra: baa santhu nange nin thunne beku pls andhluMe: k antha thago andhe….Avala mele hodhe….Avala mukha hathira nan tunne itte….Avala nange kan hodedluMe : yenu andheNethra : ninge ivatthu swarga thorsthine baa andhluHage nan thunne ge kai haki hindhe mundhe madidlu….Nange full tempt hagoyhtu…Nanthara avala nan thunne ge kiss kotlu…Nethra: nin thunne smell kuda. She laughed out loud at it ... I mean, I guess it IS funny ... to everyone except me. But then she figured out what it had done to me ... what it all meant to me ... and she sobered, and eventually even started crying. We were negotiating city traffic before she finally put her hand on my shoulder tenderly and asked: “But Master, how does any of that affect US? I mean, I can understand how you might think that sex is off limits for you with other women ... but I BELONG to you. I LOVE you. Oh,.