A beaded curtain behind the counter was pulled aside and a teenage shop assistant emerged from the back of the shop. Her clothes and heavily made up f...ce showed she was into the Goth fashion. Her long straight black hair framed blue eyes and a pretty face but her dark lipstick coated lips and heavy dark eye make up gave her an insolent almost contemptuous look. She had a black t-shirt on with the name of some rock group sue had never heard of and with her short black leather skirt, matching. (I'll have more to say about that later). When she was growing up her mom and dad were both very much into the "sexual liberation" scene and were active swingers and "wife swappers" who never tried to hide their sexual activities from her.So she grew up in a home where her earliest memories beginning when she was five or six years old were those of seeing her mom and dad frequently bringing home different men and women to have sex with and it was not unusual for them to fuck, suck, and eat. "Mr. Andrews office, this is Patty speaking." Patty, I need to talk with Brent please?" I stammered."I'm sorry can I ask whose calling please?" Yeah this is Kevin, his son." Did you say son?" Yeah his son KEVIN!" I'm sorry, Mr. Andrews is in a meeting right now. Can a take a messagefor you and have him call you back?" No. No, that's alright."I flew upstairs into my room and grabbed my black slacks off of thefloor and button up shirt. I pulled up the pants and cinched the beltdown on the last. "Now, Darling!" she gasped, swinging around to get on her knees and draw her skirt up to her waist, exposing her young, delightful rounded buttocks and white thighs, her ass thrust into the air salaciously, the moist pink slit of her cunt a trained haven for her precious brute... "Now baby! Fuck it! Oh God! Fuck it!"Juan couldn't believe what his bloodshot eyes were actually witnessing! He had entered from the outside in through the tackroom, but stopped short at the doorway into the stables,.