“What game is it?”“Its called,” Amber looked me directly in the eye`s straight faced, “Fuck Barbie with the beer bottle.” She laughed, “...arbie always used to ask.” She said innocently.“And Ken always obliged?”“Yes.” She lowered her gaze, a little in shame i think, “But he had a certain way of doing it.”“Which is?” i was so turned on at this point. “Well,” Amber passed me the bottle. “Ken always dressed her up a little, handcuffed her and then gave her a touch of his belt for being such a slut. B wanted to know the dress code. I figured you could tell her.”“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right out.” Becca closed the door.“I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Megan.“No, it’s okay. Mom and Dad probably got a little busy and she’s still getting dressed.” Ashley giggled as she said it.Megan grinned. “Like you and Nick?”Ashley smiled. “I’m taking the Fifth on that.”Megan snorted, but any response stopped when the bedroom door opened. Becca slipped out quietly and closed the door. He had been decent throughout the whole affair, even if the State Troopers had been assholes.We moved home on Friday. Marilyn and Charlie had spent the week cleaning up everything the cops had tossed around, all except my office. We checked out of the Hyatt that morning and I had a small heart attack with the size of the bill. I started totaling up all the expenses of this nightmare and had another heart attack. When you added in the cost of the security detail on Marilyn and Charlie, flying. This here's me boy,Dave,he's me son who's come to see what my new slut-boy looks like" Alright,lad?Fuck,dad,yer right,he does look like a sweet cock-sucking little slut-boy,nice one"Well,now me heart'd settled down a bit,me boy-cock instantly sprang to full bonerMr A's son was fuckin' gorgeous!He musta been about 30ish and was taller than his old man,with a mess of shaggy dark brown hair,stubble on his chin and almost black eyes!He'd got a patch of hair on his chest with a trail of hair running.