I looked back up to her face to see how she was taking her impending rape. She was crying. Her eyes were locked onto my dick. But when I paused at her...entrance, she looked back up at my face and her eyes found mine. "do you know who I am" I asked her softly. She flinched at the sound of my voice, but after a second she nodded. "good" I whispered, "and do you remember what you did to me". She looked confused again, and after a moment she shook her head no. My hand blurred into movement and. The front and the back.Excuse me?Just kidding.Is there a point to this call? Or should I just hang up this phone?You never answered my question?What question?Have you ever wondered if you could possibly look as good as your mother?That's none of your business what I may or may not want to LOOK like when I get older!Its ok to get upset. I would be to if my mother looks as pretty as she does and I didn't.What the Fu... Listen, there's no need to deny it. Your mother is a very attractive woman.. I heard his hiss, but he controlled it."That's just great, Tom. I do admire a reasonable man. What do you want? We'll have it ready when you come over." I want that slut daughter of yours to honor the pre-nup as written. Nothing else is acceptable. Understand me, Stan? And as for coming over, it'll be a cold day in hell before I walk back into that snake den you call a home."His control and good humor disappeared."You low class prick! I told her you were a gold digger, but would she listen? No.. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for some, he knew, which secretly pleased him. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? — tonight’s dispatch would not disappoint. The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potatoes, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too heavy, as neither.