"And I'll do anything I damn well please to you, you good-for-nothing bitch." Such as?" I challenged him."Such as knocking some sense into you, if I t...ink that's the only thing that'll work," he blustered."I dare you!" "Okay, cunt, you asked for it!" He'd closed the distance between us and was just starting to rain a torrent of open-handed blows on me when the twins came into the room to see what all the commotion was about. They were just in time to see their father knocking their mother to. Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and only-to-be-admired-“salope” etiquette. For so long she had resorted to distractions in order to tunnel. He completely messed up my understanding of sex, love, and relationships at fourteen. That’s part of why I was the way I was during our senior year. Trying to figure it out. But by the time I sorted things out in my mind, life had moved on. And this is NOT me complaining or regretting anything. I would NOT trade you, Matthew and Michael, or my job, for any hypothetical alternate reality. And in THIS reality, I want you to love me. Now!”That was a request from Elyse I would never refuse.April. She asked me who my mistress was, wanted to know how old I was. And if you were my servant or not.”Spencer was stunned. He stepped on the brakes roughly at the next light causing the car to lurch. Carly braced herself and turned to see him as he turned ashen. Slight fear mixed with anger on her face“Carly are you crazy!?!? What did you tell her?” “It’s ok Spencer. I told her I was 17. She obvously didn't beleave me but it's what I said. She was having trouble finding things that will fit me.