Katie walked over to her handbag and fished around for Tom’s key. After a frustrating minute of searching, she tipped the entire contents of the bag...out on to the counter, some of which then rolled and clattered on to the floor. With the key found, she clutched it in her hand, returned to the basement and unlocked Tom’s padlock. She flicked on the light and pulled back the heavy steel bolt. “How did it go?” Tom asked casually, sitting on the mattress with his back pressed up against the corner. They almost always choose the side furthest from the end table with the remote control, a bowl, and open beer on it. Sometimes they accept an offer of a beer, sometimes not, but that's the end of any small talk from there on out.I'd sit down, take a swig of beer, and have the remote bring the big screen tv alive with pornography. One of the best parts is watching the reaction when I slowly open my towel to expose my semi-flaccid erection. I'm handsomely endowed with a large cut head and shaved. I couldn’t find them using the Internet so I hired a private investigator in Columbia, South Carolina. He found court records showing that Troy and Marie Stewart divorced in November 2008. Mr. Stewart was given custody of both children, Kate, whereabouts unknown, and Trevor. The family home was ordered sold and the proceeds split equally between Mr. and Mrs. Stewart.“Through means not entirely legal, the addresses of the Stewarts’ new residences were discovered. Mr. Stewart is living with. I did some crazy dirty talking “Fuck me you, motherfucker, make me your slut and keep fucking me till dawn, Oh yeah” I was nothing more than a whore at that time and he used me as that. “You want to be my whore?” He said grabbing my left boob and hair. All of a sudden he was one confident asshole. “Yes, fuck me like I’m your personal whore.” His speed and ferocity increased after listening that.He stopped and started fucking my ass. It was painful in the beginning but then it felt great..