She wasn't exactly popular, but she had done enough films to get her noticed by practically anyone with a computer and an healthy interest in pornogra...hy. Which is probably why she'd told me about her former career when I was fourteen, thinking it best to get the truth out before one of my hornball friends laid it on me. She had apologized for her career choice, and even seemed disgusted with herself—for my sake, perhaps. But she'd made me more interested than repulsed. And so I had. Sapphire blue joined me at my table. I wondered why she found it necessary to invite herself to get acquainted at my desk piled high with textbooks. But I didn’t stick around to ask. It was a cowardly thing to do, but I figured I would end up living a real-life physics experiment, if I stayed sitting across the table from an elegant blonde. (If you get my drift…) So I packed up my stuff, and proceeded to return the borrowed books to their proper location. When I had returned, she was gone. Not. He used a belt to redden the other mans back and buttocks and teased his anus with a small dildo. He used soft teasing touches on the man’s cock, stroked the underside of the penis and circled the tip. All the time he told his partner what he planned to do. She gave her protagonist animalistic words like, ‘rut’ and ‘hump’ which were coupled with ‘rip’ and ‘thrust’ and ‘drive’. They were powerful, violent, mindless words. All used to set a mood fit for the situation. It was pretty good writing. I say, shut the fuck up.It's just a few minutes and my friend comes in.I say to Dad, Get on your hands and knees. Get your face down and your ass up. Dad is slow at first but as soon as I grab the riding crop he's moved quickly.My friends got a big dick and he fucks dad's ass hard.I say to Dad, turn around there and lick his dick. Get you all nasty ass off of my friend's dick. Clean him off good.Dad does. He's enjoying it cuz his dick is hard.I tell Dad when he's done, stand up here and turn.