She still knew her name. He called her by it in saccharine tones, expecting her to do as she was told, even when it was physically impossible. The oth...r didn't use her name. He only called her bitch, or whore, or other words that hurt as much as blows, cuts and burns did. She had lost one nipple to the other, the Knife, as he called himself. He had pulled her hair out in rage, spittle flying in her face from his screams and threats. He had lost himself to that fury, his fists flying in blows. How long do you think you will be staying tonight?”Knowing that 10:00 was the witching hour, John decided not to try and push his luck to see if she would agree to 11:00 and blurted out, “How does 10:00 sound, Ms. Peterson?” Paula struck a pose as if she was deep in thought. “Well, John, I know it’s a Friday and no school tomorrow, but you know Sharon still needs her sleep. How about 9:00?”“Mom, I thought we agreed you would stop teasing him.”“10:00 will be fine, John. I was just having a. I stood there naked and realized what had just happened, how amazing and sexual it was. Andrea wrapped her arms around me from behind, her stiff nipples poking me from behind. "That. Was. Amazing. God, it's been years since I've felt that sexual and passionate." She looked back into the shower and saw Hayley getting up. She held a hand out and helped her climb over the barrier from the shower to the area just outside. Hayley came over and hugged me, both of us still naked. "That was fucking. Defiling her sweet young mouth this way really got John horny again. "What's the matter honey, bad taste in your mouth?" John chuckled. "You'd better get use to it." "You've got such a nice sweet mouth, it's just made for cock." "And you're gonna be drinkin' allot of piss and cum working for Tyronne." John's cock was growing again as he stroked it in front of Kelly's pretty face. "Let me give you some of my sweet cream. That should help you out." Kelly thought he was going to jerk off in her.