He looked me in the eye then kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth and our toungs danced. He turned me around, pushed me forward and bent me over ...he couch, squatted down,pushed my legs apart. He reached up spread my butt cheeks apart and pushed his face between them.He licked and circled my now swollen hole. I let a moan out. As he probed his tounge in and out of my hole, he grabbed my balls and tugged on them. Head swimming, eyes closed, my legs started shaking. I heard the kinking of his. As I said, my father was almost always away in those days and when he was home, some strange noises would come out of their bedroom. My brothers said it had reached the point where Daddy was spanked and humiliated just like I was, but they couldn’t be sure because they had never seen it happen.All that changed though, one weekend when Mom had invited her friends and their daughters over to our house for a “target party” which meant I had to stand in the corner with my bottom cheeks spread for. "Jimmy, phone call." Jimmy opened his eyes and looked at his alarm clock. It was 6:34 something wasn't right because it was dark out. Kara had to have dropped him off before 3pm. Looking at his mother walk into his room, he saw her in her robe with a bath towel wrapper around her head. His mother only washed her hair in the morning, if she felt grimy in the evening she would just soak in the hot tub off of the master bedroom."Is it morning time already?" Jimmy croaked."Sure is sleepy head. You. Vargas is not the only writer of that type of story, of course but his name just started being associated with the genre. Just like the name Lolita started being used as a term for a preteen seductress because of the main character in a book of the same name by Vladimir Nabakov." Well, the guy I'm concerned about isn't just writing stories. He's doing it for real." Do you have a file on him? So far the details you've given me make it very sketchy. At least a dozen women, as far as we know have.