I just don't know. You... you don't make it very easy... or inviting for a girl, talking the way you do, throwing it all at her so coarsely... as if s...e were just a common prostitute off the streets..."The big Director chuckled his vulgar little laugh. Then, he said: "Look baby, to me most cunts are whores. It's what makes them tick that classifies them. Some are just fuck happy; others operate on some vindictive theory that only head-shrinkers can analyze, and then there's your type, the. I spread my lips until my pussy gaped and I guided his cock into me. Withing an instant he was working my body like a blacksmith at his anvil. I guess the tender ministrations that Neith and I had subjected him to were still bearing fruit; he was a tempest of desire. Again and again my shoulders bumped against his wrists as he fucked me harder and harder. I gripped his hips and dug my nails into his skin. Soon I found myself pulling him to me as the returned for another thrust. The assault on. " The what boss?" The man asked."The bloody hot bath for short." The SB into the BHF? Right Sir!" No that's wrong. It should be throw the SF into the BHB. Oh sod it! Just throw him in the whatsit and let's all go for a beer. Life's too short," said Nasty.I sympathise with him just a little. Competent evil henchmen aren't easy to find. They both swing me and let go. I follow a graceful arc into the vat of mud. He's right. It's hot."Aaaaaaaieeeeee!" It's very hot"Hot enough for you?" He. Whose goddamn idea was it anyway to buy a super secret, super quiet, uber expensive foreign motor anyway?”I smiled into his irritation “Yours.”Four days later I celebrated my nineteenth birthday. We were supposed to be back home but the busted boat kept us grounded in northern Canada. The planned party with my friends became a kiss on the cheek and a murmured “happy birthday sweetheart”. The news on the propeller wasn't good; it was going to have to be ordered directly from the manufacturer,.