"You know my folks left me their house and some money when they passed away, so I don't have to work right away or for years if I'm careful."Pete nodd...d and waited. He knew Rollie had something in mind. The boy wasn't one to not have a plan."I might try the private investigator road for a while or I might get into security for some company," Rollie added. "I'm not sure just yet." When are you leaving son?" I thought I'd finish out the next shift rotation. That'd give you about six weeks to. He slowly pulled out of me and started to fuck me harder. He was fucking me slowly for a few minutes then the gradually increased his pace and began pushing hard enough for his pelvis to be smacking my ass, he would also smack my ass hard with his hands. He continued fucking my ass hard and fast for what felt like an hour while calling me his bitch, his pig, and faggot. "On your back bitch" he demanded. I rolled my body over for him to use. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. However, if someone goes too far, then it's on like Donkey Kong. We rarely ever run into something like that, but I remember the first time we did.It was our first time at a big club, our third overall. We had a little hassle at the smaller places because some guys are just asses when they drink. But at the smaller places, there were always others watching that would say something. Not so much at the larger clubs because it was a sea of bodies.All three of us were past buzzed and were having a. My daughter gave a small snort of derision, adding a dismissive shrugof the sort that 14 year-old girls do so well. I sighed, feeling alittle hurt. Bethany had been resentful towards me over something forseveral weeks now, but I had no idea what and she wouldn't tell me. I'ddone my best in the five years since her mother had died, but being asingle father was hard. Looking at Bethany now - blonde, pretty, readyto take on the world - I wondered what had happened to the little girlwho used to.