“Did he hurt you?”She shook her head. “No, he was quite gentle actually, but he was determined to fuck me and he did.”“It wasn’t just the ...once then?”Again her head shook. “Hell no. Joey stayed the whole week; they spent the whole time fucking me at will between them.”She could almost visualise it; two black males taking turns with her, probably only stopping for short rest breaks in between. “Was he big like Tyrone?”Annette laughed. “Charles showed you the photo then?”Julia smiled.“Not quite as. ” Most of the kids around here were raised up to be polite and to show their elders some respect so it’s not uncommon for them to call me Mrs. Collins, Mrs. C or Ma’am. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the hell out of me and left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal anymore. Make sense?Craig laughed and told me that I might want to do something before they started tearing the. I can tell." I let you treat me like a slut because that's how I was acting. Like a cheap street whore. The only difference is that you got me for free. I let you treat me like that because that's how it felt being with you. You were getting off but I wasn't. The more you insulted me and the more names you called me, the worse I felt and that was what I wanted. I wanted to feel the shame and the humiliation for what I was doing. It was what I deserved! You can't understand but I love my husband. What now? He shrugged.“What do you want, Tom?”“I hear you’ve been mouthy to my friend Helen.”Danny shrugged again. “I told her to do her assignments herself. I’m not one of her lap dogs.”“Pretty rude for a bastard,” Tom challenged. “Maybe somebody should teach you some manners?”Danny actually grinned. “Jeez, Tom, don’t be stupid. You’re not in her league. Once you’ve served your purpose, she’ll ignore you again.”“Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business, Ivan?”“I’m trying, but there’s this.