Bitchy, slutty, arrogant, privileged. Mostly, I didn’t want to risk diluting my feelings for Delores.Sex and love, it was wonderful. I wanted to jus... leave here, abandon it all, and spend my life in bed with the woman who had nursed me, had sex with my dad, my uncle, and probably my granddad.I reminded myself I was on a mission. Charged with a task. I had to do it, at the very least I had to try.I pushed my pants down, and my underwear with them. My hose swung limply out into the room.“Wow.”. I knew that as soon as I lifted off my chair, the dildo I had been riding would slide right out. She sensed my hesitation and grabbed hold of my nipples, pulling me up, out of the chair, and down on my knees. The 7” dildo thudded to the ground beneath me.“Holy shit! You want it up the ass, too? Well, go ahead! Put that cock back up your little bitch asshole while I tell you a little story.”I slid the rubber cock back inside me. “Fuck your little fairy ass while I tell you what’s been going on.”. "My body replied before my brain could think, and before I knew it, I was on all fours, presenting mypink ass to her, looking over my shoulder with pleading eyes, waiting to be made hers. She merelysnarled at my hasty answer."Bitches don't look back, and bitches certainly don't hold their heads high."She grabbed my balls and twisted, eliciting a squeal I never knew existed, collapsing my elbows,dropping my shoulders to the ground, crushing my face against the carpet. She let go, I pressed. She looked closer and recognized the smiling woman as the pregnant woman from her library dream. The original owner of the house, Eloise Palmer. Julie’s feet scuffed at the smooth floorboards as she shuffled past the mysterious locked room, past the study, past the second living room, and she stopped at the door to the library. It was cracked open and the slapping sounds echoed out of there. She hugged George’s shirt tighter around her and pushed the door open. “Oh, my gosh.” Her hand went to.