He fucked girls. Lots of girls. “You look like a man with a question,” my father continued. “Spit it out. I'm not one for all that bullshit abou... beating around the bush.” He spoke like he was saying, “I'm not like those other politicians that try to fuck your daughter while picking your pocket.”“Gay marriage,” Clint said, which had me blinked. “What are your thoughts?”“That it was a shame that it took so long to be legalized,” my daddy said like he hadn't opposed it once when he was much. With the grace and patience of a saint he worked the light frilly material all the way down, past her thighs and along her silky legs. God how he loved those legs, so beautiful standing there proudly, slightly muscular with the deepest flurry of creamy skin, hairless and smooth as a metal surface. He could roam his fingertips up and down them forever and still feel breathless from their touch. As the material dropped to her ankles Lilly felt a lump catch in her throat, the warm mist hitting. Just look at the way you are humping my hand already! Daddy's little slut!" he said.With the word "slut" now in play, Kelly moaned audibly. She loved to be called a slut, a whore, a fuck toy–anything degrading and humiliating.She loved to be treated the same way; made to give blowjobs to her man, made to crawl, she wanted it all, she wanted to be used and useful. A tool for her man's pleasure–that was her goal in life. And now that she had a real man, she was all the more anxious to get to. All that extra income needed off setting with deductible purchases.They had also purchased some land in Nebraska at Jeanna’s request. For the lack of a better term it was an inside bank job. It was next to Jeanna’s oil and natural gas dome property. Midwest Bank held the paper on it.It was a four thousand acre corn farm and according to seismic testing, there was no oil on it. When news broke of oil with producing test wells on Jeanna’s massive property, investment firms from Wall Street went.