I fookin’ loved it. I never pretended to be anything else. I’m a cheap dirty whore. Is all I am good for, is what I fookin’ am. I’m the best f...ck around here and everyone fookin’ knows it.” “Rosie’s pretty hot” Les admits in between slurps. “Rosie fookin’ Webster is nothing compared to me. I’d outfuck that little wannabe. Little bitch” andice angrily snaps. Candice pushes Les off her pussy and hops down. “But I didn’t make you cum” Lez stutters out, confused. “Not yet, you pervy slob. I wanna. . !" she groaned. He had torn her apart, she was sure, and she dared not move for fear of further injury to her aching vagina. She was full... her whole belly full with his cock... she could feel it all the way up inside her to her womb.Grimacing with satisfaction, he lay heavily on her for a moment, breathing hard, then he moved his cock forward deep inside her yet another fraction of an inch, bringing a tortured gasp from her lips. He did it again and again, enjoying her shamed, agonized. He wouldn't let me. He led me over to a rack in the corner and turned me to face away from him and tied my hands above. He left my feet free this time, but I was stretched, almost uncomfortably, my hands extended up and to each side.When he pressed against me from behind I could feel his prick, his cock, his dick, I don't care, call it whatever you want, hard and warm against my bottom. Without thinking I moved my legs apart and hoped he would accept my invitation, but he didn't. I was starting. She was winning an argument by using logic, but her logic was like no other in the world."What if I don't want a baby?" I said defensively."Come on, Freddy," she scolded softly, smiling. "A son to take fishing? How could you resist?" NO!" I said firmly. But the damage had already been done. The mental image was there. Everyman's dream: he and his son in a boat at sunrise. Two poles and a bond as strong as blood. If I couldn't shake that picture from my head, I'd never be able to talk sense into.