‘What’s this about?’ he asked. ‘I’ve just caught this slut fucking another guy, and I’m about to smack her.’ ‘You found her without an... clothes on?’ ‘Well, I took them off… But she’s still a slut!’ ‘Where is this guy?’ he asked, not seeing the man in question. ‘He’s not here. This fucking whore has given me herpes all over my face, anyway.’ The man had a remarkably clear face. ‘I got better.’ he added. ‘I know a slut when I see her,’ Charlie said, playing along, ‘and if she’s a slut, there’s. She even learned to tie her handsbehind her with a loop of nylon cord I prepared with a slip-knot to fastenher thumbs together. This was very dangerous for her; who knew what kind ofmaniac might chance upon her? Sometimes I stripped her out in the open, in some evil alleyway, fuckingher from the rear as she bent over for me. Or, I would kneel her down and fuckher mouth, leaving her spluttering on the ground after freeing her thumbs.I still had my den and usually took her there for a prolonged. Both her ass and her pussy pulsed with sensations, pain, and pleasure. She was starting to cum, and cry, at the same time. After about 15 whacks with the paddle, Sam's pussy was on fire! She wanted Gabe naked, and fucking her hard with his big cock.Sam again lifted her head, and tears in her eyes, stared at Gabe's crotch. She got up, not taking her eyes off what she wanted. Gabriel stood there with the paddle in the air, and again, shocked that not only had this transpired, but now she was. Sure, she knew the facts of the situation, that her father had always been a bit of a drinker and that Rachel's mom was not quite the monogamous type, but she was absolutely certain that this was just another bad patch in a relationship that had suffered more than its share, but had always come out the other end seemingly stronger and better. Rachel almost admired her step sister's naïve sense of hope, but she really couldn't. She knew first hand that this just wasn't the same as the time her.