She couldn’t even cry.The sun was going down. Jake turned on his headlights. Traffic was getting lighter now that darkness was approaching. Despite ...he traffic, he had made good time getting out of town. He moved the speedometer up to eighty, wishing he dared to go faster, but he didn’t want to attract a cop, especially with an illegal automatic weapon in his pocket.It was after seven p.m. when he turned off the highway onto the blacktop leading out toward the mesa where the cabin was. He could. She tried to brace herself with her hands on his abs but in this position she could do nothing but holler as he lifted and reamed her out like his own personal fucktoy, and she loved every second of it. The dull burning of her virgin ass stretching and grinding over his almost wrist-sized base sent her into another orgasm, and the involuntary seizure-like jerking just made every bounce tighter and more sudden, like her own body was working against her to make her hurt the way she truly wanted. And yet, as I closed the door to my bedroom, I heard the yelling coming from downstairs, and that was enough to remind me that the crisis had been uneven in its calamity."This is your fault," my mother was saying. "You did this. You ruined our lives." No," my father responded, and explained that she was behaving like a bitch, and it was that which had bankrupted us.And so on.The truth was that we were all to blame. My father for investing in the market when stocks were overpriced, and then. As she ate her breakfast, though, a feeling of contentment came over her.The breakfast was good. And she hadn't even had to leave her bed to enjoyit. "i certainly could get used to this," she thought.Thinking about his messy appearance made Emily realize that he must havereally scrubbed the kitchen floor. This thought pleased her. She couldpicture him on his hands and knees with that little brush she had bought.The sissy really was following her orders. And she had been sleeping thewhole.