I wish someone would have told me what made her dump him. Maybe I wouldn't be walking my ass down this lonely country road right now. I guess it was t...e Dave scale all over again. Ever since she met him, my sister had always compared every boy she met to my husband. And I guess in her mind most of them had failed. I needed to get to town so I could find someone to take me home. Failing that I needed to get some money out of one of our accounts so I could get home.# # # # # # # # #"David. His emotional and verbal tirades were a source of unremitting tension and distress as he ever sought to bend her to his will. When it became clear, particularly as she advanced into her teen years, that she would never yield willingly, he began to grow more distant and silent, ultimately ignoring her most of the time. He didn’t neglect what he regarded as his parental and religious obligations to provide for her shelter and care until she came of age, but that became all that he ever offered.. He slapped her ass and drove his cock in her again causing her body to jerk and writhe in pleasure. “Say you love the way I fuck you.” “I love the way you fuck me,” she said, as if trained to answer immediately. He slapped her ass harder, leaving a big red hand print on her ass. “Whore, say it like you mean it.” She screamed, “I love the way you fuck me, Don. I want you to fuck me hard right now.” He grinned and smacked her ass again, spearing her on his dick once more and then slowly. I kept asking during visits to her magnificent home, did the neighbors ever mention, act suspicious about the number of service calls she required for her boiler? She always acted like it was nothing, nothing to worry about. I couldn’t believe that. But apparently she was a Renaissance women ahead of her time.I would have liked to occasionally park behind the house but it wasn’t possible, no alley. They had an old fashioned single car garage built into the hill street side. The husband used it..