I work 50 hours a week at my job. I'm thebreadwinner in this family by far and I have never asked anything from youmore than what you wanted to do. Su...e you make a great salary but we bothknow how little you work and how much more you could make if you onlytried." Her hand raised again to head-off the impending response. "And yesI can acknowledge you haven't forced me to have a career, I chose thatmyself. We could talk about many facets of this but again I don't think youwill truly understand,. Please, Master, fuck me any way you want. Just fuck me, please.”“Go, grab my newspaper off the front lawn, then maybe I will fill your cunt.”She runs to my back gate and onto the front lawn. When I look up, I see Fiona watching her run to the front yard and back. I turn my head, so Fiona doesn’t notice that I see her. Faith runs up to me and hands me the paper. I reward her with a simple, “Good girl.” She is thrilled that she pleased me.“Since you didn’t hesitate when I thought you would, you. Like you did the laundry. And the breakfast.Sorry. I got a little carried away there. That little bit of theatre didn't take place until the middle of Sunday afternoon, after Laura had turned control of the household over to me. So perhaps I had better go back to Friday evening.For your average guy, seeing his mother stark naked on her king-size bed would have at least been mildly titillating. Seeing her resting her weight on her forearms and knees, her ass high in the air, probably would have. "Haul that bitch over to smooch old Homer."Jenny kicked and fought with all she had, but Seth and Tyler had hands like vises and arms like cobras. Her toes dragged in the dirt as they hauled her head-first toward the grunting hog. The pig's huge flat snout grew larger and larger as it drew near to her face, and Jenny closed her eyes. All she heard was the buzzing of flies, the grunting and panting of the hog, the laughter of her tormentors. Then she felt the hog's steamy breath on her face, and.