One who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. My Father was a computer and business genius. Bill Gates may have gotten all the publicity, but the...e were many like him who went from rags to riches during the 80s and 90s. My Father was one of those who benefited financially, but kept under the radar screen. He was a very domineering man. One who knew what he wanted, and how to get it. He also crushed anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. By the time I was born he was a billionaire.My. He withdrew an inch or so and pushed back in , it felt painful but manageable , then again , and again ,now with longer strokes , I felt it advancing in me deeper and deeper with each forceful stroke , my orgasms building up again , stronger than ever , all I could feel soon was pleasure , darker one , more as if my whole body had itself become a pussy , stretched around a pleasure rod , nothing but black , dark pleasure . He was now going faster and harder and deeper with each thrust, my pussy. Lucid froma moment of pain he peered unto my face mouthing the words."Interesting fantasy."I took in his look checked his pulse and respiratory rate, then boltedfor the house to call an ambulance. The phone was dead, as well as thecell phone.I ran back outside with a blanket, his hands were covered in puddles ofwater; it had never rained this hard in NYC. None of my training couldhelp, I was helpless. I was going to loose my friend and there wasnothing I could do about it. His skin began to. I wished it was me in her place, but as he groaned and was obviously about to come, I tore myself away, ducking behind a thick tree, and partially covered by the shade it made. When it seemed they were too into one another to notice, I crept away. A little dampness between my legs, and in such a hurry to get back to my place.The thoughts of watching those two young people in the woods stayed with me for weeks. Every time I thought about them my insides tingled. I replaced her with myself in.