There were tears screaming down her face and when I looked down, I could clearly see her fingering her pussy, as I delivered my reprimand. Speaking of...Marcy's pussy, I clearly imagined it as being an overgrown, neglected hairy bush. Imagine my surprise when I discovered a nice modern, hair-free look. It was then I knew that Marcy, even being the vicious, almost inhuman bitch she was, must be providing pussy to someone on the regular. I couldn't believe someone else, (maybe even more than one),. Did you call the office for the woman who came to see you?" he asked."No, I don't even remember the name of the Realtor," Izo said. She had a form on her clipboard it probably had the wrong address. She called a cab and it picked her up in front of the house."She came by cab?" he asked."Yes, I thought it a little strange but lots of people take a cab around these days. The traffic is terrible," Izo said."I suppose so," the not so Good Father said. "Well just calm down. Nothing has changed. Just. My “son” was struggling to breath as I really went to town, every few thrusts went all the way down his throat and made him choke and cough up white stringy spit. I could feel it running down my balls and onto the carpet in his parent’s lounge. Despite his struggling to breath he would not give up, his determination to do what ever his “dad” wanted was exceptional.After about 10 minutes of this I stopped. I asked him where his mother sat when she was watching TV. He indicated to the right-hand. He’s not more worthy than me but worthy enough. Enough for both of us.John made me realize something that I should have known but didn’t. When I think about you, I want to be your sexual provider and your sexual protector. I desire you and I choose you. Not because I am possessive but because you agree with me that we belong together. It validates me and it validates us as a couple.Now that is what my head says, but there’s another part of me that is feral, undomesticated. There’s a part that.