Jacques led me towards the exit. I expected him to take me up to his apartment, which I knew was on the top floor, but he didn’t. Instead, he guided...me into a storeroom behind the bar. It seemed that sex with him would not be performed in the comfort of a bedroom. Oh well. So be it.The storeroom felt cold and was cluttered with beer barrels, crates and all the paraphernalia of a busy bar. Jacques didn’t lock the door and he left the light on. Privacy, it seemed, didn't matter and he was as keen. Dad was fresh out of the service. They married within six months and a year later I was born. Dad worked at the lumber yard and eventually bought it from Mr. Conners. I grew up with sawdust, two by fours and knowing the difference between a two-penny and a four-penny nail. When I graduated from high school I went away to college and majored in business. Late in my freshman year Mom died of a heart attack. I went back home for her funeral. After the burial Dad took me aside and said he wanted. “You think you can take it?” He asked, pushing just a few inches of his thick meat into my hungry cunt. “Please,” I begged. “I need it sooo bad! Fuck my pussy! Please!” He slammed his full length into me the force of his thrust hurt my little pussy more than I thought possible, the impact of our bodies causing my tits to bounce wildly across my chests, then he withdrew slowly. Again he held just the tip inside me. “You still think you can take it?” he asked. Unwilling to back down from his. " I can't sleep facing you, so I'm going to roll over and put my butt in your belly and you're going to hold me until I go to sleep." My pleasure, princess. My great pleasure."Tuesday and Wednesday went by routinely. Ashley worked hard to get her center in order and Bill finished revising his classes. By Thursday morning, he was back to writing his book chapters.Ashley called just before lunch. "OK, Bill, don't fuck up. Be on your best behavior and your most charming self. I'm not trying to.