Bitch…..” she groaned between thrusts.“I bet you don’t even care WHO’S cock it is that’s using you, do you?”“No…Sir”“I am going ...o fuck you in the ass, you know that, don’t you? And, you’re going to scream and moan and buck…and love every filthy fucking minute of it, aren’t you? Tell me, tell me why you are going to enjoy me fucking you in the ass?”“Because….” – she paused, humiliation overcoming her even at this late stage of the game. He drove His cock violently into her, reminding her she. Listen for traffic and weather on the eights, every 10 minutes 24/7," the radio announcer shrilled."Enough!" he thought and switched to FM, seeking music to match his melancholy mood. Shortly, the radio's seek function stopped on a country station. The disc jockey announced that the next song was going to be a Top 30 hit from 1969 by Roy Clark entitled "Right or Left at Oak Street." A left turn would take me to somewhere, leave alarm clocks and schedules behind... I don't know which takes more. Where was she? I looked around in all the shadows and corners of the alleyways. While searching, I found a diverse throng of riffraff and miscreants. Delving deeper into the cities womb the howls of crack heads and junkies fused to become a scornful dirge to guide the way of lost souls. I felt confused, mixed up, had I only dreamed her? She certainly seemed mythical enough that I could have. Maybe I had completely snapped and I was just sitting staring lustfully at a wall every night in the. Very unlike her normal self.“I don’t know what you mean,” I said more harshly than I’d intended. “How are you going to get inside, Berry?” I continued, changing the subject abruptly. I don’t like to spend too much time talking about myself or being mushy.“I’m just going to walk in,” Berry replied casually. This Podunk town doesn’t give a shit about age requirements. Hell, there’s probably a cop or two in the back room beating off instead of patrolling their beat,” Berry declared. “To them it’s.