. the start.My name is Rath Cambson and this story started just the day after my 30th birthday. I was on my way to the store to buy things for dinner ...hen suddenly I was dead. Yep, just dead I have no idea what killed me God wouldn't tell me. Yes, I met God. No, I'm not crazy … are you going to let me tell the story or not?I was standing in a nice modern style room that had two high back chairs and a small square table between them. I looked around the room for a door but there wasn't one. I. ”I couldn’t tell her. I knew I couldn’t. I had decided that I wouldn’t tell anyone. I would leave no evidence of my indiscretion.So I told her the next best thing.“I confessed to Eric the night of my twenty-first birthday and now I can’t look at him,” I blurted.Julia just stared at me slack-jawed for a second before screaming “you did what?!?!”“I was drunk. He was drunk. We were sharing secrets again and it just kind of… came out.”“You confessed to your taken-as-Liam-Neeson’s-daughter and. I’ll set up a first meeting for you for dinner at the Grand Central Hotel. By the way his name is Garret Rusk.’“At the appointed time I entered the lobby of the Grand Central. A gentleman, dressed in dark jeans, a white embroidered shirt with a string tie held together by a silver buckle with a turquoise stone mounted in the center, western boots and carrying the largest hat I had ever seen, strode across the room.”‘Miss Eve, I presume? JD told me I’d recognize you immediately. His description. The guy I was stroking got up, and came around behind me, forcing my shorts and panties down. He spread my legs apart, and then the cheeks of my ass. He began licking back and forth, from my wet pussy to my ass hole. I was already so turned on I came instantly, as his tongue entered my wet pussy, shooting my juice all over his mouth and chin. He then stood up, and slid his cock into my pussy. I yelled, “Fuck me you son of a bitch, and fuck me hard.” This time I screamed, as I came so hard,.