She wanted to walk in right that second and sit on her daughter's face. But not now. Let the two of them have their moment."You naughty fucking..." Rh...nda trailed off while she furiously fingered herself. Then she heard a loud 'smack!', not from a kiss, but from a hand. Ron must have spanked her. Which meant she was taking it from the back. "Oh my god...you are a fucking slut...Give it to her Ron...fuck her like you hate the little bitch..." Rhonda brought her fingers to her lips, sucked some. Sam found out and took every opportunity todenigrate me in front of dad. If I hadn't been bigger than him I think hewould have been quite violent towards me.As it was the entire school found out, and while some kids didn't care.There were some kids who thought it was a holy sign from god to tormentme. Fortunately since dad refused to allow me to wear dresses. The teasingonly lasted until someone else screwed up and took their attention awayfrom me.I never again raised the issue with my father. These people don't seem in the least bit rattled. I could have killed Mr. Hanes just like that man ordered me to. These men must know that I could have killed him, yet they're treating me like a guest. Of course, I didn't actually do anything other than hand Mr. Hanes the gun, but they just seemed like... Her mind was reluctant to process what she knew was impossible. But it just had to be. They were expecting it. I know they were. That's the only way this can make sense. But how... "Hungry?. Instead of going to the gym and using machines I use my body; of which I am proud of.I’ve seen the General’s Aston in the car park and so I make a point to seek him out. He is my largest customer and so I make a point of keeping him happy. He doesn’t ride since being shot on active duty. He never says which regiment or where!Turning the corner I see Lucy bending over grooming her chestnut mare; Sapphire. Leaning on a building corner I silently watch her breaking sweat as she vigorously brushes.