Every day when I got home from work the meal was ready, the house was clean, and my shirt for the next day was ironed and laid out on my dresser.What ...he fuck had happened to her? it seemed to happen overnight some two years ago, and I guess it was my own fault, for not pulling her up about it. First it was the washing up hadn’t been done, she had been busy doing other things she told me.Then one night the evening meal wasn’t ready on time, and I had tom wait for it. It was getting fucking. “You’re a disgusting, nasty slut, Amber Lynn. Look at you! You let a complete stranger fuck your virginity away while you lay there with your legs wide open like a dirty two dollar whore.” I murmur in her ear as I watch her gasp for air and tears roll down her cheeks.“Come on, you filthy piece of shit, tell me you’re a whore and a slut and a user and you deserve this, you and your kind deserve this.” I command, slamming my cock into her pussy, no longer feeling the tightness I felt in the. "So, Bax." Brody tapped a finger on his beer bottle. "How supportive were your parents when you told them you wanted to play hockey?"Baxter scoffed. "Are you kidding? I'm Canadian."Brody laughed. "Right. What was I thinking?" Actually, my mom wasn't so enthused. I got a million lectures on how hard it was, how long I'd have to practice, how hard I'd have to work, how zillions of guys want to do that and don't make it." Typical mom stuff." Yeah, but you know." Baxter shrugged. "I got support. Then she picked up her crutches and followed me out of the cathedral.My home, the world's central Security complex was adjacent to the cathedral. Grateful Abigail did not have far to walk with her crutches, we made our way to my temporary quarters, a fine private bedroom of almost thirty square meters. Abigail seemed stunned by the beauty of the countryside outside the bay windows.I nodded as she smiled at me. "The countryside here is river valleys crossing in an east- west direction. I know,.