Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,And i...form her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till her wrists bruise,Or perhaps hogtied to the table as I cane her fat ass,Or possibly handcuffed to the bed as I spray her pretty face!I label her a gorgeous slut without hesitation,And quickly notify her what a sweet whore. She'll tell you all about it. The banquet isn't for a month. It happens just before school starts." I'll talk to Mom. I hope she will let me."Next day; "Joe, tell me about this thing you invited Brenda to. I don't know as I like that very much." Okay. First, my Mom is the ultimate do-gooder. She came up with this banquet a few years ago for girls fifteen to seventeen who don't have a father to take them out. I've been roped into it for the last five years. There are about fifty dads and the. She was as gorgeous as any female could be but she was also insecure and afraid that all of this were but a dream and she'd wake up back in poverty again.They sat together and looked at the menu. The girls made up their minds while the men tried to decide what size they wanted their steak. Both chose the largest cut.Beth's eyes widened when the waitress placed a half pound hamburger, a mountain of fries with two bowls of creamy cole slaw before Erin. Beth only had the chef's salad without the. Scenes replayed again and again, dreamlike, the soundtrack badly out of sequence. Frenzied fingers kept up their futile work, desperately she tried to clear her mind and bring herself back to the present. The illuminated red digits of the alarm clock proclaimed it to be 7:06am in its extra large, three inch display window. She had been home only four hours and slept not a minute. The little boys in the far bedroom were beginning to stir and would soon be up and sneaking into the den to watch.