The humiliation of that was not going to be allowed. It was the last time his son would do that to him. Therefore, he took off to head downtown as he ...icked up his cell phone and made some calls to find out where his brat was. When he was told, he headed over there to deal with the little wimp.He pulled into the parking lot and skidded to a stop but had second thoughts as he saw the sheriff's car. He wondered just what was going on. Then the laughing of his friend that told him where his son. We’ve long suspected Reece-Phelps to be a dirty posh-girl who likes a bit of rough, and here was all the proof we could have asked for. Stripped of jodhpurs and hard-hat, and of hot Victoria’s Secret lingerie come to that, she proved a fine filly, creamy-skinned and svelte, but none too High Street Kensington in her turn of phrase. “Oh god, pound me you dirty bastard, give it to me you filthy Aussie fucker” sounds particularly choice with her perfectly enunciated upper-class vowels. Jameson. .. WHO are you?"Satan hesitated a moment and then said, "I'll tell you about me at a later time. That will take a while. But for now, what's important is to understand the power I can bestow on you." Satan studied the boy's face. "You still don't believe me, do you?" How can I? It's like weird."Satan stared into Charlie's eyes, the window to his soul. He saw a shy, timid boy. Nothing like what he'd expect in his son, but what disgusted him most was the goodness he saw. However, Satan knew that. "Oh Gaaawwwd!", I cried.I buried my face into the back of my hands and bit my knuckles. He was having no mercy. He pulled back slowly but then rammed it back in with a b**stly thrust. My head involuntarily shot back and my long wet hair sprayed a fine mist onto the small of my back and ass cheeks. He grabbed one cheek firmly and then gave it a hard smack. The sting was both painful and arousing. He pumped me with another hard thrust."Oh yeah you little bitch, you're gonna get it this morning,.