My father was a good man and raised me as decent lad but it was Old Venial who taught me everything I needed to know to be a grown man. I think I love... him better than I did my own father and I think he came to think of me as his son."I remained quiet for quite a long time. I didn't cry; but I wanted to very badly.We tried to keep the conversation lighter for the rest of the wee hours of the night but other than childhood stories neither of us could come up with much that was amusing or even. Since the hotel is close, we opt to walk the short distance. Though it is short, it still takes us hours to reach our destination. Perhaps we shouldn’t have stopped to feed the horses that pull the carriages through the plaza. Maybe, we should have re-thought getting a piece of cheesecake from the cheesecake factory. It might have been a bad idea to kick off our shoes and wade through the fountains in the park…kicking and splashing each other. The police officers thought it was a bad idea.. Open your slutty mouth!’ She put her hands behind and clasped them together as he started jamming his huge cock down her throat. This was harder than the dildo she sucked earlier because his cock was really thick and was taking all of the space she had in her mouth. ‘Open your fucking throat slut or you will regret it!’ She tried pulling her tongue out but she was gagging too hard. Her tears were running down her face and she couldn’t breathe. ‘Useless whore. Turn around.’ She did, he bent her. Right? You don't want that," she stroked Kathy's chin softly. "And you know, likeliest outcome is you'll get there and they'll say, 'Eh, you're okay, but not our kinda girl'. And you'll waste like a whole year bumming around Japan, barely getting by on strip clubs and hostess cafes."Kathy stayed silent through the monologue, watching Ruth's chin move as the Scot spoke. Once the hand comes up, she took the girl's fingers and pulled them away, shoulders slumping. A part of her wanted to yell at.