His eyes had grown into their color, a deep sky blue. Her son had turned into a beautiful Aryan boy. It was for this reason the soldier had raped her... to destroy her lineage. It was through this that he had destroyed her whole way of life. Her son was everything she stood against. Her son was the cause of a great war that destroyed, mangled, and ruined nations for decades to come. Her son was all that was evil and wrong in the world. What more damage could an army do to a person? They had. She pulled it out and read the front, "Wilson's Spank-o-Matic" was in bold print above a picture of the contraption. The picture looked a little like a picnic table. There was a padded horizontal surface on top flanked by two smaller padded shelves on either side that jutted further out. The implication was that the - user? victim? Claire couldn't quite decide what the correct term ought to be - was supposed to lay down on the top surface with her knees on the lower padded surfaces. Jutting out. Kids know when their parents fuck, we've got a perverse radar for that sort of thing, and ours didn't.Ergo again, this probably meant that our sperm donors were all macho dudes with all of the right stuff, space studs ready and able to service a favorite bit of well-used ass, on the job or off, assuming they couldn't nail anything else younger or choicer. The one scrapbook I'd peeked at was for an Apollo astronaut with over one hundred different listed dates that mom had written down to record. Mandy” like I was a therapist on call for her service when needed. Surprisingly I grew to like her and eventually I discovered I enjoyed munching her carpet when she was receptive to female on female companionship in the nocturnal hours.The other female patient was still in her teens but she had eyes that looked they had been in a combat zone and she was a survivor that never gave up the ghost. Her name was Ruth and she wore a Star of David around her neck to show her faith. For a girl with a.