I spit most of it up and he slapped me across the face. I stumble and feel onto the arm of the couch.

“Fine. You wont drink it like a big girl,...I have you drink it like the bitch you are.”

“Stop, stop!” My mom screeched and he pulled down my pants and panties and spanked me hard across the ass. I cried out, but nobody could hear me over my mom, who finally moved and grabbed his arm to stop me. It was the only time my mom ever tried. He hit her hard and she fell to the ground with a thud and. .. what's going on... ...and it dawns on me as he straddles me... I've seen this cock before... it's him... I try to yell for help, but I just slur, "ugghhhhhh..." as his cock effortlessly slides into my mouth and down my throat. Is this really happening? I can smell his familiar musk hit my nostrils as he enters the back of my throat, his balls resting on my chin. For some reason I'm not gagging at all, I even feel comfortable. I must be really drunk... Snap out of it man! I try to fight the. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the window of the booth. The rain streaking down the window made it hard to make out the figure the hand belonged to. Joyce’s breathing sped up in fear as she dialed the last number and held up the phone in trembling hands. All she got back was a dial tone. The phone was disconnected!“What do you want? Leave me alone!”The figure outside the booth stepped around and slid something into the handle of the booth’s door. Joyce was confused at first. Not bad. It's just... Katsura: Just what?Iizuka: Lately his sword has been a little dull. That's what his inspectors say, anyway... (That night. Tomoe is doing some sewing in her room when there is a knock on the door.)Tomoe: Come in.Katsura (entering): It's late; I'm sorry to disturb you.Tomoe: If you're looking for Himura, he's out for the night.Katsura: I know. I'm his superior. I know all of his movements.(A little later.)Tomoe: Madness?Katsura: When I was young, Takasugi and I and many of.