..and I hated him for trying to be my "friend"... Now I began to wonder if he hadn't been trying to warm up to me because he wanted to fuck. I walked ...traight to the kitchen and took a bottle beer out of the fridge... something I did whenever I came over and my mom wasn't home. I drank and thought about the time 6 months ago I had walked home from school, and Nick had offered me a beer trying to seem like a cool guy instead of an authority figure. He was such a fucking b*o. I knew that he. I pressed the head of my pole to her puckered little asshole for a moment, and then shoved it into her. She screamed.The scream cleared my mind for a moment, but the angry buzz was still there. I was deeper in her ass than I had been before. It was tighter than anything I had ever experienced. I knelt there, balls deep in my ex-wife’s asshole, trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. The complexity of our relationship was trying to get into my mind, but the anger was a hot, pulsing thing. He bounded up the stairs and was back down in minutes with them in his hand. All urgency was gone now he was gloating. Well, now thats sorted out, I think its time I taught you a lesson, he said, slicing my wrists free from the door handle, then pulling me over to the granite-topped island in the centre of the kitchen. I struggled to walk with my tight skirt now down round my high heels and while I was concentrating on staying upright he secured my wrists to the kitchen taps. I was aware of him. “You’ve not quite finished the further maths syllabus but I’ve also been giving you first year degree course maths. You are making such easy work of it that it is exciting to me. In this morning’s lesson I dug out some stuff from my second year. Advanced calculus. You made heavy weather of it at first, but the stuff I’ve just given you now is a direct follow on, and you breezed through it like it was one plus one.My mouth just dropped. “Does Dad know?”She smiled. That smile alone was enough to.