My dad seemed very surprised and said that my mom would never understand that kind of behavior. He said that I should not be so honest and open when I...spoke to her. I laughed and we opened another beer. My dad helped me with a few more small projects inside the house and I knew that in some of the positions I was in he could clearly see my panties and the thought stirred feelings that I knew were totally strange. I told my dad that I wanted to clean the fan blades of a ceiling fan in the living. The man didn't. He began fucking her with it.She tried to think of something that would be more painful, more degrading. She couldn't. The girl had to thrash around on the floor as the man fucked her with his wooden dildo. Only when the stick came out coated with her inner fuck oil did he stop.And then he forced her to lick the handle.Debbie almost gagged at that. She didn't know that her own juice would be so terrible. She remembered that Sherry's had been exciting, but then they had been. . reconsider ... I beg you!”“Nyet,” I answered as I walked out the door, half-regretting it due to what she just told me.Part of me would have loved to be with a girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, as I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not. She was secretly dating Carlos, andwould doubtless be party to vital information on his movements. Romero thumbeda fresh photo of a slim dark girl in her mid teens. She stood about five feet fivetall, had short boyish hair, and was dressed in expensive designer casuals.Carlos Mendez had been identified as standing beside her.? At just seventeen years old, she would be adifficult subject for the brutal methods of questioning normally used onpeasants, and more subtle, undetectable methods might.