“Well, it looks like you guys had a nice, fun filled evening,” I replied in a like manner.“Your slut wife is a real gem, quite a hot date,” Br...d chimed in, his hand now over her shoulder and cupping her left breast.“We went to the Tabor theater for about an hour, then they took me to their hotel, where a few more of their friends join us for a little gang bang for me,” Cheryl added gleefully.“Hey, she is quite the suck and fuck slut, there were six of us using her last night, and she wore us. “Are you going to put your thing in my butt now?” she asked, wiggling her ass on my lap.“What?” I almost yelped, hardly believing what I had heard.“Are you going to put your thing in my butt?” she repeated, “That's what daddy does every Tuesday and Thursday when mom goes to choir practice.”What the hell had I stumbled into, here? More questions brought out details. Her father had been fucking her ass twice a week, sometimes more, since she was twelve as a special secret daddy-daughter thing. . It wasn't to send them up the river for life. It was to embarrass them. He was pretty sure that what he'd done had done that job very well.She thought about that for a minute. Then she said that in a smaller city, yeah, she could see that. Where she went to school, though, no one would take notice.Talking about his town. Or the town he used to call home, eighty thousand wasn't small, but it wasn't that big either. It always seemed like you saw someone you knew, anywhere you would go. So word. He felt that hot cock nudge at his sex once more and felt absurdlygrateful that the warlord was aiming to take his cunt from behind ratherthan violate his anus. This time the warlord did not dally in hisinsertion of that thick hard cock. The blunt tip was rubbed up and downthe wet slit of the assassin's cunt a couple of times to part his moistdark lips and then thrust home with such vigour that the breath wasdriven from the Akkadian's lungs."Oh gods!" the Akkadian cried out as once more his.