There was little tenderness in this exchange, just lust. Her hands roamed over his head and neck his thick, muscular neck. It felt better than she had...imagined earlier. He practically chewed on her open and willing mouth, sucking and tonguing as his hands tilted her head to accommodate his kissing. She slid her body towards him, feeling his heat increase as she did so. Her dress rode up her thighs as she scooted forward and his hands quickly traveled down the sides of her body. His fingers. “Big fuckin’ mistake. What the fuck am I gonna eat before my unemployment check comes next week?” James was already getting the munchies. Just then, Amy walked in the room. James didn’t look at her.“Dad, can you stop smoking that shit? It’s stinking up the house and making me cough!” she said angrily. James grunted. He was already falling asleep. He was getting tired of his daughter’s bitchy attitude toward him. She made it obvious that she preferred her mother, although she never said it. Suddenly, I noticed General Donaldson sitting at a rear corner table talking animatedly to another gentleman who watched Buzz intently as Buzz held his hands out in front of him, moving his arms about rapidly while keeping his left hand in the same relative position with his right. His companion, a little younger than Buzz but obviously cut from the same cloth, was tall and ruggedly built. His chest seemed to be trying to burst free from the constraints of his obviously unaccustomed suit. She was helpless...at the mercy of all. The world around her only visible within her mind.From the solace of the shadows he had watched. He liked the comforting cloak of the shadows in the pit of the night to lend its mood to the debauchery of the rooms. For debauchery was best indulged in the night, in the darkness with only the pale flickering of candles to illuminate his desires. He had watched as one after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had.