You can feel the twigs under your feet, and smell the wet air, but there's a strange overlay over everything. It looks like the display you see on a v...deo game, with an inventory, bars for health and other attributes, even a map and an objective box, which is empty at the moment. Looking down at yourself, you appear to be wearing a ragged , brown peasant shirt, with similar, roughspun pants. In your hands, you appear to be holding a rusty, iron dagger. Out of nowhere, you hear Emma's voice.. Since I had discovered that many things about mum I tried not to be astonished about what I just had seen her doing right there between my legs. Mum handed me the bowl. “Now prove what kind of a slave son you are, baby” she said and started licking the rest of her gastric crap from my cock. Between two licks she said:”Now don’t you get it? Eat mummy’s barf. I know you are totally addicted to everything that comes from mummy’s body so be a good slave boy and empty that bowl again for me.” First. „Und alles nur, weil dieser scheiß Unternehmer aus Düsseldorf unsere Firma kaputt gemacht hat,“ schimpfte Mike lauthals über sein Glas Bier hinweg.„Richtig. Dem müsste man mal so richtig in den Arsch treten.“, stimmte Jürgen zu.„Und wisst ihr was er mit der Kohle anstellt, die er aus unserer Firma gezogen hat?“, warf Martin in die Runde.„Für sein süßes Töchterchen eine Verlobungsfeier ausrichten. Steht alles in der Bild Zeitung. Schaut her:Tochter des Großindustriellen Helgens und Star aus GZSZ. The trouble was, it didn't stop at flirting. Apparently, she didn't think there was anything wrong with screwing other men, as long as I didn't know about it. The big trouble was, I always knew. For twenty-six years, I have known, and for twenty-six years, I have said nothing. I guess it is easy to see why my son left.The big question is, of course, why didn't I leave? I wish I had a good answer. I didn't like what my wife was doing and I didn't condone it. I was just too lazy, or complacent to.