I was so incredibly hot and horny and that made him all the more crazed. We fucked long and hard. I did not think our sex had been that hot, ever. Who... was I really fucking?I fucked David, not as my fiancé from just a few days ago, but David whose father I just fucked twice earlier in the day. And David, he got another side of me, a new and unfamiliar side; he got a scorching hot pussy still aching and slick with another man’s cum. He held me tight afterwards, the heat of his body radiated onto. The warm shower flows across your body, as you cum. The water washing away your juices. You finish cleaning yourself, inside and out, and step out of the shower. Reaching for the towel, you're suddenly aware that Master is watching you from the doorway. "You look especially beautiful tonight." he says quietly. "Thank you Master. I only hope I don't let you down." you reply. "We shall see." he says simply. "Your outfit for tonight is on the bed. Be ready to leave in 10 minutes." he says. They’re called sociopaths and while psychiatrists and crime shows are obsessed with them, they’re really nothing new. My dad is one of them, and my mom is a normal person as far as I can tell. Most of the time, the offspring of sociopaths fall into two categories. They’re either sociopaths themselves or they’re what I call mundane folk, the sheep and other indicators of what I consider normal people. Me? I’m not a sociopath and I’m not a mundane. I don’t know what in hell I am. I can spot. Bronzed skin, that gleams with a lustre stolen from the sun, glides over her body as it tries to contain all that she is in that instant. Midnight tresses, shimmering and silken, dance about her jaw as the wind picks it up and runs it through his teasing fingers, snatching it back from her brow one moment only to throw it forward the next, flicking it up into her chocolate gaze, warm and sultry and shy all at the same time. A tiny smile licks at the corner of her mouth, bravely trying to rally.