“I wish I had the camera in the bedroom last night when I was in your ass,” he chuckled. “You were so loud and nasty.”“You know how I get wh...en you take my ass,” she explained.“Yes, I do, and I love it. Now I want to give you instructions for tonight.”“Whatever you want, baby. You know I’ll do what you say.”“I want you to wear the same dress that you wore Wednesday night when Brad was there,” he told her. “Except this time I want you in lingerie. Put on those sexy white thigh-high stockings. I gently play with my balls through the material, then go to a full rub, going down my inner thighs, then back up to my balls. Bringing my right arm up to my forehead, and exposing my bushy pits, I take a whiff of my own funk, and just mummer “damm” giving the viewers the sence of the presents of pure man funk. Yup—I was pretty ripe. Hooking my left thumb down the waisteband of my shorts and jock, I pull them down to my knees. Then grabbing my now engorged cock, start a full fist stroke.. He started hitting my mother the same way he hit me. He told her she betrayed him by making me look like a slut, like a skank. My mother cried, I cried, but he didn't stop. And then one day, he went too far.Another blow. "Ow! Stop, please stop!" Nothing, he just kept going. Pressed against the couch there was nothing I could do. I saw my mom crying on the floor yelling at him to stop. Nothing worked. "Come here slut." He ripped my tank top off, revealing my black bra. I screamed. I tried to. When I got in this morning, I was taking care of my normal responsibilities when he came in around ten. He immediately caught my eye and found him even more attractive than John. He's a tall, thin man in his early forties. He had a nice smile and he introduced himself. We talked briefly and then he said he had to get set up in his office. Before he left, he asked if I was available to meet with him in private in twenty or thirty minutes. I agreed and told him I looked forward to it.About a half.