"Where we going Daddy?" Ashley asked when she noticed I wasn't following one of our usual routes home."You'll find out when we get there," I said teas...ngly."Come on Daddy!" Ashley said trying to get me to tell her."It's a surprise for you. In fact, close your eyes," I said."Daddy, I'm not gonna close my eyes," Ashley said."You don't close your eyes, you don't get no surprise," I rhymed for her."Alright, alright," Ashley said as she closed her eyes."And no peeking," I admonished."I won't peek I. “That was a pretty good one.”“However, now you’ve hurt my feelings,” she added with a mock pout. “You haven’t even taken me out on a date and already you’re mocking my virtuous nature.”Brock was beginning to wonder if there was anything mock about the pout after all.“Sorry, Meredith,” he said sincerely. “I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I was just, you know, joking back at you.”Merie beamed brilliantly.“Got ya,” she said. “I was right. You are going to be a little slow on the uptake. It. Even goes to church and has a whole moral Christian thing going. The other day she got off on a rant about the new Fifty Shades of Gray movie that came out. Said she couldn’t believe women were lining up to see it and how it exploits women and promotes the mistreatment of women. I thought that was really ironic. See, here’s the thing. Kacey’s sister is pole dance instructor. She’s not a stripper, but a dance instructor. When I was in college, a stripper pole was something slutty girls. We all know this isn’t going to be quick, and it won’t be pain free.Marc starts rubbing Angela’s asshole with his dick, moving in circular motions slowly, watching the dried blood smear and ooze mixed with his saliva. Marc draws back to lick Angela’s asshole, to taste the blood, or perhaps to taste her fear. It’s intoxicating.Marc presses the tip of his dick slowly against Angela’s tight, pink asshole until it gives way and he can slide his head in. He watches himself doing this in an almost.