.. whore. I'm there to cook, clean and give him sex. He doesn't respect me and likes to rub it in by talking about you." What about me?" He calls you ... wimp and worthless in bed or I wouldn't have left you. He thinks of himself as a 'real man' and I should be on my knees thanking him every day for taking me away from you. I'm still trying to understand how I could have been attracted to him. I must have been out of my mind."I sighed as I listened to her tale of woe. I wasn't surprised at Kurt. Determined to get that upper hand, Serena pressed against him, molding her small soft body against the hard planes of his muscled body. He caught her in his arms and pulled her long legs around his hips. She cried out in delight when he fitted his hard arousal into the apex of her pleasure. Pushing her up against the side of the spa, he grinded himself against her in circles. Roughly, he tore at the ties of her top, desperate to feel her generous breasts in his hands. Before he could get it. She ate it all and we hoped that the peter would come by soon because we needed things. We did not quite know what, but more rice at least. We could maybe also get some food from the anders, if he had been in shape to fill his supplies lately. Also maybe not, because the anders did not care all that much for food, only liquor. The lena spoke more after dinner of other men and drinking and doing things we did not quite understand. It sounded a bit like how many in the bad place sounded, and. A disgruntled secretary used her cell phone to capture a meeting in a large food company where the topic of product placement was the only item on the agenda.It was a single diatribe that got posted: Who the fuck cares about that old bat? People have to buy food. We sell it. They have to play it our way. They can’t do shit about it.It was probably the first and last sentence that triggered the firestorm. It seemed a lot of people cared about ‘the old bat.’ It seemed that a lot people felt they.