Most of it isn't real.”Looking right at her, he spoke again. “I didn't inherit any of this. I earned every bit of it.”“How?” she asked. “C...n I do it, too?”“I don't know. Can you hurt people?” he asked.She sat back and looked at him coolly, with her face unreadable. He was getting nothing from her emotions, nothing at all. It scared him, and it was that look on his face that decided her next words.“Everybody hurts somebody every day. I'm not very strong, if that's what you mean, but one doesn't. Thanks."I caught a glimpse of another girl near Donna and went back to pulling roots and weeds.Supper was sirloin steak, cooked on the grill, baked potatoes and corn on the cob. Our guest, Chloe Waters, was well behaved but rather quiet during the meal. Afterward, we sat drinking coffee and I tried to get to know her a little bit."Where are you from, Chloe?"She said, "Most recently, Chicago. Before that, Washington D.C." What's your mom do?" I asked."She's a bank examiner. She works for the. “How would you feel if I called up your wife and told her what you’ve been doing?” she asked at one point.“Too late - I already told her,” I said.She paused for a second, then gained her wind back. “And what did she say?” I’m not sure if she believed me or not.“She told me I wasn’t leaving.”“Well,” Teresa went on. She had already been having horrible morning sickness, and expected me to pay. If her brother hadn’t been stopped by her, I’d be dead by a shotgun. On and on, and I took every ounce. I was sore, tired, and needed to fuck her pussy so hard to make up for all this weird stuff she was doing. Betsy came back into the room all smiles with something covered in a towel. "Show me your ass" she commanded and I did. When she yanked out the small butt plug out I would have come on the spot if I had of been hard. "This is going to take a little time," as she put the towel on the floor and greased up the giant plug. After a little stretching and a lot of pain the thing finally went in..