Beth's kisses were urgent and passionate. Beth loved to be handled, and taken and manipulated. She wanted her man to be a cave man, and claim her, som...times roughly. He had never thought much about that until now. Part of him loved this kiss, but another part of his mind reflected on the fact that Beth was the way she was because Bob had taught her to be that way. He had shaped her sexuality in the years he'd had access to her. He wasn't sad about that. He knew she loved him, and she was the. "Not yet!" he commanded as he pushed me even further on to his cock.Choking on saliva and pre-cum, he finally pulled his cock from my mouth."Good little slut," he said as he looked down at my dripping mouth and watering eyes."Go lay down on the couch, get your head resting on the arm," he commanded. "I want to fuck that throat of yours..."Moving my way towards the couch, I knew exactly what he wanted to do to me. As I rested my back against the seat cushions, I rested my neck on the arm of the. They decided she must be on drugs and sent her to several therapists for help. The therapy didn't change her, and only slowed down our attempts to change back to normal. She's graduated and living on her own now. This fall, "Stephanie" will be going off to college with us, studying comparitive religion.As for me, I had to start calling myself "Zoe." My new parents were actually pretty happy with me when I cleaned up my act, lost the nose ring, and stopped dressing all weird and dying my hair. ” “Then why the fuck did you throw the fucking ball to Strusson when he had three guys on him and Deckin. Obviously Chenlie had only one person on him so he was the more obvious choice. Why didn’t you throw it to him?” “I don’t know Coach.” “Well then we are going to keep running this play until you get 10 successful passes with at least 15 yards gained. Do you hear me?” “Yes Coach.” “Do you fucking lackeys hear me?” All of us in unison, “Yes Coach.” “Good. Defense I want you to push the.