I heard my wife scream from the front doorstep, “No, wait. Let me explain. Stop.”Not even glancing back, I roared away. Briefly, I wondered if she...bothered to put on a robe, or if she was giving the whole block a show. Anna was smoking hot, so I am sure the neighbors would have enjoyed it.I went to the cheapest no-tell motel I could find and checked in for cash. Then I walked to a liquor store, bought a bottle of Jim Beam, took it to my room, and proceeded to get drunk. To tell you the truth, I. ” Darin stated, then stepped forward and guided his erection right into my already open mouth. “Oh look how pretty you look down there bobbing on my cock. Such a pretty little girl you are.” Mike snickered again. Like the prick that he was, Darin didn’t pussy-foot around, but instead took hold of my head where he then started to roughly fuck my face. I was just lucky that I practiced this sort of thing regularly at home with one of my eight inch dildos, because when the fucker tried to push. The room was huge with a sofa and a huge bed. He asked me to sit down.He looked at me and said.”You have become such a beautiful girl Ria, just like your mother.” I was really happy to hear this and I said thank you. Since you have turned out so beautiful, I will let you free this time and not tell your dad. But you have to do one thing for me.”I was like, “I am ok to do anything, just tell me.” Mr. Rawal then went and brought the Silver Patron Tequila and shot glasses. He said, “Your. But so concentratedly he seemed half mad!"Teste," he said. "I deceived you. You know I paint classical subjects, allegories, myths, and so on, in modern dress, using models because I'm not very good at imagining them. But you should know. In this case I am painting Circe herself, the mythical Enchantress Ulysses encountered in Homer, the woman with a strange power to convert men into pigs. Into the pigs they already are. Or into anything else they may wish to become in order to.