His father had opened the canvas cot and found an empty cardboard box he could use for his clothes and other things.The boy opened the El Producto cig...ar box and put some change and a few dollar bills in his pocket and went out collecting since it was the last week of August. Collecting was the part of the paperboy job he really hated. It was a pain; asking people for money and standing there like a dope while they found it or made an excuse not to pay him. But he had to do it. It was part of. ..” and there’s the rubbery smell of a condom, and then Daddy’s cock is inside me, deep inside my pussy. Daddy knows what I need. He fucks me with the belt over my eyes, and it feels so good, and it hurts, and I grunt like an animal and lift my hips and push myself against him, trying to come, and feeling the carpet rubbing roughly against my back with each of Daddy’s thrusts, and then he turns me over and fucks me from behind, like a dog, and he puts the belt around my neck and pulls it tight,. That means mini skirt, high heels, stockings and suspenders and a low cut top. We had met a couple of times before I got to meet her husband Ray. Lucy and Ray had arranged to come to my house one Saturday night for some food , drink and fun, but I had no idea what sort of fun they had in mind. After a couple of drinks we went upstairs to the bedroom and Ray brought a bag with him which contained a tripod and video camera. Lucy had gone to the bathroom and when she returned she had taken her. Two months later I was in the RAF, we split up and I never saw her again. Full sex a handful of times, I thought it was good though. No, at the time I thought it was great. It probably wasn’t. Now I’m in the RAF for eight months and based in Norfolk, I’ve not had a girlfriend since. I was moved into a house off base, with two other guys. One was on a night shift and we never really saw him, but the other, Steve, (an engineer) was around. Steve had a blond Scottish girlfriend, who was friendly.