His handed rested on my back, gently trailing my body and finaly grabbed on. "You are my bitch," he said, surprisingly loud, I felt embarresed. It was...then he started to fuck me. I mean fuck me. He was selfish, but not agressive, rough but not unpleasant. He fucked me like a cheap whore. I loved it.I let out a moan, he groaned, loudly again, as if on purpose, I wondered. Was he to proclaim that he had me here? Provoke?Master continued, changing rythm, depth and angle from time to time. He. I did respond the first day thinking that was gonna be the last of it all, but this hoe cake kept going and going. Now I'm no professor or anything, but an ignorant muthafucka is a racist muthafucka that hides from a nigga like me and decides to be a so-called bully when they're only bullying themselves because for one they envy you, two they wanna be you, or three they just want you to beat their muthafuckin ass, and I think this ignorant bitch pie wants that magic number three. Honestly he. Wild and untamed was your styleA force of nature where you hitYou really impressed me for a while,I must have lost my witBeing in a constant fogI thought that we're a fitBut once my vision clearedI knew that you're not it!It was a bitter song, a derision of Hugh Dumont. The emotions gave Kylie an edge to her voice, and she did not sound sweet at all.Cliff made a grimace. "You've got any songs about me?" he asked warily."No, I wrote this one to vent my anger. I think it has potential. As I picked up the things and loaded them into the SUV, I suddenly heard some shouting. "Hello! Hello!" I looked over at Wendy who had the rifle in her hands. I whispered, "Stay put and watch." I had gotten in the habit of carrying a pistol so I went toward the voice."Hello! Who are you?" I shouted.A man, a woman and three small children appeared from around the corner of the building. "We are the Andersons. I had begun to think there was no one left but us. Who are you? Where are you from? We.