Ian was a bastard and that was no surprise, he was the newest in a long line of bastards dragged into the house by my mother. She had married a man in...her teens, had me and been surprised when he buggered off as soon as I was born. Since then there had been a long succession of arrogant worthless low lives each as bad as the next in their own way. Mostly they had ignored me, just their bitchs brat, but puberty had put an end to that. Steve, the last new dad, had started fucking me shortly after. You are fucking great. I then said with a smile on my face; I aim to please and you are not the first to tell me that.She turned and looked at me with a smirk and said;You are one cocky son of a bitch.No I’m not cocky, just confident and good at making a woman feel good sexually.I then got up and went to the bathroom with my dick still hard and took a piss, while she came in behind me and washed the cum off her tits. As soon as I was done I went back out and go on the bed. As I lay on my back,. Permanent, in a manner of speaking, because he could be dismissed at any moment. But, as long as he could hold onto his job, Mike would grab as much money as he could and pad his savings. He wouldn't think about the future, because the future would come soon enough. He would concentrate on the money, because to have money was to have power and control over one's own fate.As he stared at the growing stacks of rolled quarters hidden in the wardrobe of his dorm room, a thought crossed his mind:. Then she thought "To HELL with it" and defiantly threw back her head. Instead of being ashamed she laughed."Jealous Madeline?" Could be," replied the other girl. She fell into step on Paris' right. Louise, never far away from Madeline came up on her left and chimed in."Come on Paris. Dish! Who was he? Was he someone we know? He must have been pretty damn hot for you to let him do that," the third girl said, referring to the bite marks on the blonde's neck.Paris wanted to sigh, grind her teeth.