I was eighteen years old when I finally learned the truth ( or part of it ) about my father and who he was. I had been working for my uncle Truman for...years at that time, and he told me that my father committed suicide. He told me no more, no less, only adding that my father was a good man although he was quick to use his hands. In the south that means he was a wife beater. So I guessed that was why my mother wasn’t eager to tell me about my father. Was she afraid I would turn out like him? Who. She cried out through her gritted teeth and dug her nails deep into his back. It hurt and Harry was sure she had drawn blood, it made him lose some of his excitement but he didn’t stop fucking her.Half a minute late, Harry was still fucking her but she didn’t respond at all to his thrusts anymore and was quite unattractive. Suddenly she opened her eyes again and a mischievous glint was there. Before Harry could do anything she removed her legs from his back and gave him a hard push in his side.. Vivian asked if I still loved her after what Tony had done. Feeling very guilty, I comforted her over and over again with sweet words of love and affection. She was finally able to calm down. When I asked her to described what had happened last night, she confessed that while it was painful when he first fucked her, she did have the first orgasm of her life when he fucked her the second time. She shyly admitted that her pussy became very wet knowing that I was listening to them from the other. ..Meanwhile the Dark Lady travel the spooky corridors of the provisionalplace of resting to her army in a complex stolen to the Saint Inquisitionthat has served quite well till now to her plans while she acceleratesher steps seeking to give the good news to her Empress while she becameinterrupted by one of her acolytes that is carrying a prisoner and sheseems obfuscated on keeping the prisoner absent from what's about tohappen to him."Where are you going so fast Acolyte?" addressing the.