“And while we’re eating lunch, you need to be thinking about how to play up the ‘good’ of your time walking, without actually saying your time...walking is for good, supported by Laura, while his time walking is for evil. It’s important that he come to that conclusion himself.”We were at the bottom of the stairs by then, so I just nodded my head as we continued down the hall, into the dining room, where lunch was just being brought out from the kitchen.I was quiet during lunch as I thought about. As she looked at me she smiled as she was moaning with a glazed look. The guy fucking her came in her and got off her and I didn't see but there was another guy off to the side in there too, he quickly flipped her over and slid in her and started fucking her hard. It was very hot watching her get fucked. She looked like a sweet young girl, but she was very slutty with these guys. Who knew I was watching my future wife getting used. I walked back down the hall and found a couch to crash on...and. ”“I’m not your slave, Dustin,” Bridgette said, eyes flaring as she reached up to wipe away the spit. “I’m a slut and I love cock and being treated like a whore, but I am not a slave. I decide who I fuck, not you.”The boy was on her in a second, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back in a brutal hammerlock. His other hand sank into her hair snapping her head back, so that she was forced to look up into his face. Slowly, deliberately, he spit into her face again, this time aiming for. Mom tried to raise me to be a proper woman while dad treated me likethe son he knew he would never have. Maybe that is why I picked the mostnon threatening guy in high school to be my boyfriend.I graduated from college with a degree in communications and a minor inenglish. I was sooo prepared for the job market. Yeah right, which is whyI ended up typing for a newspaper in the copy department, well at least itpaid the bills. I proved that I could do a good job and more importantly Icould keep.