The name on the birth certificate is Terry Fisher, the same name as my dad and grandfather used. When I was twelve my dad told the Bank of California ...xactly where they could put their Senior VP position (hint; the sun don't shine there!), whereupon he purchased a couple hundred acres of Zinfandel grape vines in Dry Creek Valley, in Sonoma County. The owner was an old time Italian grower and after he died of something related to old age, his equally ancient widow was willing to deal fast and. Yes, I'm also the asshole who had beaten her unconscious, put tape over her mouth and the plastic bag over her head and suffocated her near death while raping her, but there's no need to be so critical. I had also given the little cunt the big O of her short lifetime that day, hadn't I?While you're feeling so sympathetic toward me I will admit my next demand of sweet Maria was anal sex. "Maria, I want some of that fine ass of yours, " I told her. Her expressive eyes opened wider in fear. She. A plaything for me to poison or strangle the life out of. I cannot get enough of seeing pitiful men like you crawl, beg and lick your life away. And the sight of you signing the lives of so many for a simple night of pleasure was as amusing as it was pathetic."Helplessness spread through my body as my limbs went limp. I felt weak, my arms like they were filled with iron. This feeling, of complete surrender, only made me gasp at the heartless beauty above me."What... have you done to me?" I. “That is so sweet of you to say. I had forgotten how big you are and I definitely don’t remember you having this much stamina!” “Well, some things improve with age! Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Joan was not about to move. In her hazy, dreamlike, post-orgasmic state, all she wanted was to bask in the wonderful glow of terrific love-making. Just then she felt Paul grab her foot and gently pull her over on her back, but he did not let go of her foot. Instead, he fastened a fur-lined ankle cuff..