We lived in a small town, and my parents were well respected. I did well at school, played and succeeded in sports. I was and still am living an inten...e inner life fantasising on my sporting exploits and sensual encounters. In those days, it was just as normal for teenage boys as well as girls to be baby-sitting at their parent’s friends and neighbours to make a few bucks. For myself, I baby-sat at three houses. The D’s were friends of my parents. Mr D was a grumpy man, and Mrs. D a tall. It was just one of those things.When I was 18 years old, four years younger than my sister, I got my first job sacking groceries. I worked in the evening after school and I hated it. It was a terrible job with a boss who was a tyrant. I vowed then and there that I would work as hard as I could and retire as early as I could. And so, I worked until I was 36. I built up a small, but successful trucking company which I sold to one of the major U.S. carriers for a tidy profit. I?d never have to. His eyes were glued on the spot were his fat cock kept disappearing into, and then reappearing from, her bowels. He leant forward and spoke to Amanda as she lay there in total submission.“You’re nothing but a dirty little whore Amanda. You’ll call me next week just because you’ll need to have my big cock in you again, won’t you?”“Uh-huh.” Amanda bit her lower lip and nodded her head in agreement as best she could with it pressed against the bed sheets.“Money has nothing to do with it. Cock and. I've certainly never done it. In fact, I think it might be something that should just stay a fantasy. It might hurt." He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say at this point so now I was going to let him off the hook. I was going to set him free because I knew that it was something he was at least going to have to try or he would always wonder. If you didn't find out with me, his fantasies might lead them to someone else eventually. So now I was really going to have to lie, although I was.