That man is David Carter. He was a good guy, and well, we were young the both of us. He asked me to marry him. I was ready to be married, and I said y...s. But, some time afterwards, his brother, who some time before had been married to a woman named Madeleine and was divorced, came into the picture. That, of course, is the man you know as your uncle Ron. “At the time, Ronald Carter was still hurting bad because of his divorce even though it had occurred a couple of years earlier. I guess he’d. . does things. Terrible things.”“Aw, Luke,” she said, reaching between them to fondle his involuntarily retracting testicles. “Afraid of suffering real blue balls?”“Among many, many other things.”“Why not Irina, then? I promise you she’s good, and she’s probably not going to grind a stiletto heel into your nuts. Though she does own some...”“Would you please stop with that particular bit of imagery? Anyway, I understand intellectually that she’s a domme, and of course I’ve experienced the. He finger fucked her deep then added another finger and kept finger fucking her and adding a finger till he had all four in her stretched ass. He fucked her ass with four fingers then pushed two in her cunt and fucked that hole too. He kept fucking her with his fingers till he had four fingers in both holes. Then he really fucked her hard lifting her off the bed as he rammed her holes.He said to her "Now my young whore, are you ready for some cock? I am going to fuck that dirty cunt till it is. He didn’t even bother with my higher education, and I spent my summer holidays loafing all day, coming home late at night and not bothering about my future.My mother, Bharati, however, believed I had great potential. She was the bridge between me and dad. She took a special interest in me and forced me to apply for a few colleges, although my marks were abysmally low. My father was dead against getting me a payment seat, so I had to make do for my degree in a low-grade college that had hardly.