And I couldn’t see why not.This brought our conversation back to Saturday night and about Joe’s Bar and how she allowed herself to be pimped out b...y Bill. She told me that the experience was that best she had ever had in her life. All the bikers using her and abusing her in a public place turned her on so much but she was a little disappointed that they closed the bar because the risk of getting caught was gone. She said that the fact that she got paid turned her on but if she really looked at. Never did I think it would be this incredible feeling of both pain and pleasure. Rashad truly fucked my brains loose. He fucked the hell out me for the next 30 minutes, using me like some sort of rag doll. The scalp of my head throbbed in pain and felt like he had yanked a lot of my hair out my it's roots. "Ya' likes that nigga cock, girl?" he asked after he came inside me.I was breathing heavy and felt dizzy from the numerous orgasms I had just be granted. He was an absolute stud as he fucked. ‘Jordan, your Mom was very specific about this. She wanted a quiet burial, she even named the people to be contacted and allowed to attend, the same with the reading of the will. You were not to be contacted by anyone but Mary Beth. Not even I knew were you where.’ I pondered this for a moment, Mom was ever the pragmatist, and she would have put a great deal of thought into it. The anger I had towards this town and some of the folks in it coupled with the emotions of the moment, she knew me. I gave her a few more slow strokes and then started really hammering her; my cock slamming into her cunt, my thighs bashing against her buttocks and my balls bouncing off her pubic bone.I could see the things on the draining board moving in time to my thrusting as I fucked her, each stroke giving her the full length of my cock.She lifted her head from her arms, and I caught sight of her face reflected in the kitchen window. She was smiling, with her eyes closed and her lips open. the tip of her.