I told her that she was my little white whore and that she was going to was going to take every inch of nigger dick that I gave her. I had no intenti...n of fucking her. I wanted to combine her **** fantasy with her spanking fetish. I didn’t want to get off…just make her cum harder then she thought was possible. In a way I wanted her orgasm to be pain inducing.I pushed her over the back seat, she was asking me to stop but not using her safe word…she always had the option. So there was no. I told her I wasn't hungry and kept on with what I was doing. I had already cleaned out my closet and dresser and had everything I planned on taking with me stacked in boxes by the garage door. As soon as I was done in the garage I would load everything up and get the hell out of Dodge. Twenty minutes later Krystal came out into the garage, "What are you doing Bobby?" I'm packing." We have to talk Bobby." You got nothing to say that I need or want to hear. That thing you had sucking on your tit. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they began to walk towards the garage. As they made their way through the crowd, Lynn's mind dwelled on a moment earlier in the night. Knowing she was a lightweight, Thomas had ordered her a long island ice tea (which contained more than enough alcohol yet tasted nothing like ice tea) from a tall, dark haired, dark eyed bartender somewhere between walking away up from blackjack and luckless from slots. The gentleman was very friendly, striking up. I sighed and went back to the messages.There were two that looked interesting. One was from a school in Northam. C.Y. O'Connor TAFE [=Technical and Further Education]. I knew that was in the wheatbelt, but nothing else. The last was from Curtin. Hmmm.I went to the cover letter. It was full of empty rhetoric and rage. But then I hit the area that Mona was referring to — at least I presumed that. He must have used up his thesaurus. Chaz' behaviour was "intolerable" and "insufferable." My support.