Derek would be grunting and snorting like a pig, growling and barking like a rabid dog. Then the bed would be squeaking loudly and the headboard slamm...ng against the wall as the dumpy old man rutted her like a piece of meat.Mother’s squeals and shrieks would come in perfect sync with the rhythmic slapping sounds as he fucked her hard and fast. Objects would get knocked over and smashed, clamouring loudly to the floor. He would slap her ass and demand she call him daddy.Derek would shout things. He was there to touch but never there to hold. He was never there to comfort or offer constructive conversation. He would not talk but yell and belittle. He would more often than not crawl his vile body onto hers, finish his deed and then roll over and snore so loudly it gave her a headache. He did not even bother to clean himself off causing there to be a crusty layer of his secretions on the sheets in the morning. This disgusted her. She felt cheap and used. She never let him see her cry as. In the meantime, however, there was much for Vashti to learn from her companions, although most of that was related to religion and sex. The former was much more of a mystery to Vashti than the latter. The more she discovered about religious practices the more they puzzled her. Even though almost everything could be explained without recourse to mysticism, it seemed that many humans still felt a need for it. And this was despite the fact that there was as little as no unambiguous evidence that. ” It looks especially great on you, Sister.”There was something about tight leather and female curves I found especially alluring.After the little tour we ended back in her chambers. She served us Midril’s famous crumble cake and coffee.“So are we still on for tonight?” She asked me glancing over her cup.“I would like to, but I made a promise to the Ancient not to do it here no more. Last time it caused a whole lot of trouble as you remember.”“Ah what could happen? Anyone wanting you ill is.