"I pulled my head back to look into Melissa's face. All I saw was caring, concern, softness; not a hint of anger at my attack nor any defiance on her ...art."Why do you want to hurt your husband so much, Melissa? He loves you very much." I'm not sure, Ginny. I love him too. I don't know if I really want to hurt him, or if I wanted to hurt you and your mother for shaming me. Or maybe I'm just a slut like Granny." Don't talk like that about me, child, even joking. If it weren't for sluts, you. His dad took him home in a wheelcair. John said to me " Susan, im leaving for europe this evening. Take care of Greg, okey.You are everything to him now.He cant even bathe on his own. You help him with that will you?" And just before i said i will, greg interrupted and said " it's ok dad, susan, i can do my own bathing." It was obvious that greg was shy being bathed by his stepmom. what he didnt know is he would be getting more than a bath from his sexy step mom. Well John got upset when greg. Numbers were okay, juice, too.Hijacking, gambling, labor extortion -- that was just business. But drugsmade the soldiers too rich too quickly -- and a man with money in the bank isa man "without respect," as the old men put it. Worse, too many of the mugsdealing in hocus started using it themselves, which made for even worseproblems."Your boys who've done this," the fat man said in the patois of the Italianghetto, "they're dead men, right."Scarp knew that was a statement, not a question.. I lay there, being jabbed in the arse, being stabbed in the pussy for twenty minutes, while they crawled all over me and tried to rub their cocks against my insides the right way. I wondered if they would be able to cum again… and then the intensity picked up. Steven started thrusting upwards with such force, he was lifting me and Carl off of him. My arsehole was copping it so hard, it was burning. He beat it up by pushing it in as hard as he could and as fast as he could. I thought I might.