.. and I know it is... but anyway, why did I call you 'Ange'?"I looked at the papers on the table, and pointed."My middle name is Andrew. My adoptive ...arents called me by my first name, Robert, and remember I didn't like that at first. I think maybe I went by my middle name when we were little. 'Andrew' would be pretty hard for a four year old to say. The 'an' part of it wouldn't be so bad, and just slurring the rest of it seems reasonable for a young child." Well, I know you as Bob now, so I. The boy dragged the rope ends in, Mike?s balls hungon the end of the thin line, the old man roared with laughter as he daggledthem in Pauline?s face, ?There you go big tits all that?s left of lover boy,now lets get down to days and days of fucking you and it will be uninterruptedfucking that?s a promise.? He came in her throat, ?Mmmm that?s nice, and that?show nice I?m gona be to you from now on miss titty, you only live to getfucked, take her down stairs she can suck me some more before I have. It began with me being thrown across the table. He then hiked up my dress and began by licking me and spanking my ass. He told me how bad he wanted to do this but he knew I hated him. He had me strip and lay across his lap where he poured lube on my ass pushing it up into my ass and pussy. All the time he was doing this he was calling me a slut and a whore.He stripped. Although, I admit he has a nice cock which was very thick and veiny this was not enjoyable. He began by forcing his cock down. He held his blood-heavy, bloated penis in the crevice of her vaginal slit, its angry red cock-head poised mercilessly before the tight, elastic opening of her anus. He taunted her, rubbing his prick up and down the sensitively spread channel, then introduced his massive shaft into her saliva-coated pussy, constantly pressuring until his entire length was submerged by slow, tormenting inches into the depths of her womb.She tried to cry out, not knowing why, only that this devastating, constant.