.if only he had enough whiskey to keep a permanent buzz going.But that wasn’t going to happen in the real world. In the real fucking world you had t... get off your real fucking ass and hustle, and most of the time you didn’t get Jack Shit for it! Fuck it all anyway.He was just another tomb rat. One of the many dispossessed, the homeless who hung out in the cemetery for shelter when they weren’t bumming from strangers on the streets or eating out of filthy dumpsters.It was good to have a bottle. He could not hold out for long though, not with this juicy little piece of fuckmeat wrapped around his cock. He came inside her with a loud groan of pleasure, filling her flat belly with his seed. If the bitch got pregnant he would make her get an abortion.?Hope you are on birth control, bitch. If not, get on it fast.? Pleased, he pulled himself out of her, grinning at the sloppy slurping sound. She blushed hotly at the loud sound. ?Clean me, slut.?He sat back in his chair, gesturing at his. "We need to talk," the older man says, much to my chagrin."Can't I change first?" I ask, nervous about the repair job on mybreasts coming undone."It won't take long," 'daddy' explains, leading me indoors. "I'm nothappy with the job Ellen's been doing," he continues candidly."She's been my teacher for years," I retort, "she's great-" Let me finish," the older man interrupts. "You yourself have said she'spushing you too hard, and that little chat this afternoon was veryinteresting. I don't trust. Why don't you come back in, say four days, our regular time in the morning, when hormones levels are highest, and see what we develop as a strategy?”“Have you heard from your Vegas vixen?”“Not a bitchy bark, not a whimper or yelp, no begging for another bone.”“Nor will you, she has gone to paradise – on a long plane trip to a tropical destination, I mean. She needed no muzzle, not when her mouth was so full of all the ambrosia her new-found money could buy.”“Paradise. . . ambrosia – food of.