I don’t care just be truthful.”“I did it one time with one lady. And a few times with another.”“Fair enough.”“What about you? Were you f...ithful,” he quizzed.“Our relationship wasn’t traditional.”“So, that’s a no?”“I’m saying I was within the limits we set.”“I see. What were the limits?”“He was married . Hell, he still is. He had a wife and I told him he shouldn’t expect me to not talk to other people.”“What did he say?”“He hated it. Always giving me just enough hope that he would make me the. As mom said, it was completely different to a cunt-fuck, much tighter, and a feeling of having my cock-head in a vice-like grip. I gave her a few seconds to get used to my size, and then pushed a little more in. Mom was sweating freely now, and I could feel here clenching and releasing her shitter as she tried to accommodate the log that was relentlessly invading her shit chute. I wanted to know she was ok, but she had made it crystal clear I was in charge and she wanted to be used and abused. Forthwith I take another white colored capsule and I too will survive. To purge oneself of unspeakable recollections requires delicate handling, dismal treachery and much to my dismay, seven years of medication. I speak of these things as if I have firsthand knowledge, yet I still hear demons echo… ‘Vicious is the whore who fucks without feeling.’ Even now ten years later, I still grow tired of reasoning. And upon the shoulders of an epiphany I heard cries of vengeance and utterances of. She noticed that it was almost three o'clock. Three. Already. Oh God, she thought. I was supposed to go over to Nina Marsdale's for drinks this afternoon. This was the day she'd been invited by Mrs. Marsdale, wife of the director of the Marina Tennis Clinic to socialize with some of the other women associated with the club and she was rather pleased about it.Quickly, she dabbed some perfume behind her ears and frantically raced around looking for her car keys. At last she found them and was on.