“still wanna be a cum dumpster?”“fill me, my ass wants to feel you fill it with cum” she begged. ”you kiss your daughters cheek with that f...lthy whore mouth of yours?””yes oh god yes, so true even once after giving a blow job””mmm your dirty come coated mouth kissing your little girl” I slapped her ass making her yell in pleasure again. ” you are such a dirty tart” I slapped her again as she smiled at me looking over her shoulder.“say it”“say what baby” she begged me to tell her.“say you. The innumerable, immortal army of the Burning Legion had fallen. Their leaders slain or imprisoned, their forces fleeing in what could only be described as a complete rout. Though small pockets of demons fought on, they were doomed to be rooted out by the titan's baying hounds. Azrathul cursed the Light as the battle raged all throughout the sole fortress he'd managed to cling to until now, glaring at the astral image of a planet conjured before him, the sounds of demons and invaders locked in. "Do I need to call your mother young man?" Normally this type of statement would have put the fear of god into my youthful soul, but no longer. It had been used on me often as a child - it had no power now, I knew that she was human. Perhaps like Superman she had a weakness, one that appeared to be her sexuality. Of course she will never call my mother - grandma never wanted another soul alive to know of her weakness."Will you tell her how often you use the vibrator grandma?" I knew she. But lies do not begin when they are told. Even the most innocent of lies, like children, are not without fathers or mothers—but where does it begin? ‘You wouldn’t dream of it!’ My wife of seven years sneered, and I began to wonder just how her professional career had flourished as well as it had. A trained therapist herself (though not quite smart enough or motivated enough to have become a psychiatrist), I would have imagined her comprehension of such a situation to be more grounded. Here is.