"You are right, but how do you know it?" he asked."I have been in a fight that I didn't win before," I said, and I was glad to see that it made him la...gh."I don't know how anyone was able to best you," he said."That's how I learned to fight so well. You learn much more from the fights you lose than the ones you win," I said, and that finally got him to stop talking and start thinking.Moving his things into the hut didn't end up being much of a problem. It wasn't that he didn't have much, it was. Her husband worked for himself and was always away at business meetings. Katherine sometimes wondered if he was banging his secretary. She was often alone and caring for her children.She’d hire babysitters so she could go to the supermarket. She got herself dressed up and went to the grocery store. On her recent trip, she met a nice older gentleman. They got to talking at the register and he was kind enough to help her bring her groceries to her car. He asked if she had some time to go. I tried to scream, and cry and fight all at the same time but it did no good, just like when he beat me. I was bad. I had to pay. Sam came in and he took seconds. After, they beat me with the belt again. I still don’t know what I did wrong that day but the curtains were burned. That’s the only time I saw Pa waste anything. The material was still good I could have made dresses for the twins with it or diapers but Pa burned it and that was that. I never made curtains again. Soon after Pa said his. He puts his dick back into my pussy and asks who owns my my ass. I tell him quietly that he does and he tells me to thank him for filling my little whore holes up. I thank him. He pulls out and tells me that I am ungrateful. He says that I begged to be fucked and then showed no enthusiasm and didn’t even thank him without being asked. I say that I’m sorry and I am grateful and I love being fucked by his big cock and that he owns my ass and my pussy and I should have thanked him sooner. He tells.