“Thank you so much to AVN and to everyone for recognizing this film this year. It’s been a labor of love for over two years for the both of us. I ...would especially like to thank the writing team of Melanie and Jim from the website Storiesonline.net for letting us adapt their original story. Guys, thank you!” The cameras highlighted them at my table for a few seconds; they looked embarrassed at the attention but waved graciously.“Atticus and I would also like to thank everyone involved in the. "Really Sam, I'm sorry."He took a step towards her and she saw a tie and a belt in his hands. Fear coursed through her body. "Sorry? You're sorry?" He took another step. "You're only sorry that you drank the wrong beer." Another step. "You're not sorry for trying to knock me out."Shaking her head fiercely, she explained. "I am sorry! I'm just tired of you raping me and telling me that you're going to kill me and ma." You love it." He took the final step that placed him in front of her. "You. I couldn't just stroll up to their house now and ask Emily if anything had happened since I walked out the front door, so it would have to wait until the next time I saw her.I knew I was playing with fire. This could either help her, or cause the situation to get a lot worse. Either way, her home life would be a lot more tense; but as long as she wasn't getting beat up any more, that was a fair trade off in my opinion. Of course, it could go the other way and he could lose it, going after her. She got an office job and met a better class of men to screw. She and a girlfriend did an occasional escort job but she preferred getting to know a guy better before hitting the sack with him. She never forgot there was a person attached to a pecker, and she insisted that they give her the same respect.She met her next husband on a paid date but something special clicked with the 40-year-old man. He treated her like a lady, and his big penis was one of the best she ever had, so they started.