“It is,” Fears No Darkness assured him.“Well, where did you volunteer from then? You look a little like the mountain dwellers that raid our east...rn sides, and that makes you flesh eaters.”“We are Modoc warriors,” Fears No Darkness told him, emphasizing both words. “We live in the far corner of California, in our traditional hunting grounds on the Pit River, near the peak known as Lassen.”“None of that means shit to me,” said Tom. “Do you deny being flesh eaters?”“We live off the land, as our. That gave me plenty of time to make my second first best impression of the evening. The park closed at 10 so we had plenty of time. I looked up and my friend was lumbering down the slope to my table. He approached and I could see his massive cock in his hand as he stroked it. I also took another mental note of his size. This was one big powerful man. As he stepped up his other hand went to my right shoulder and I could feel his power as he sat me down on the bench. Shifting myself in to. I keep a nice home. Pat has always enjoyed finer things, he likes them neat and tidy as well. We are lucky in that my parents were rich and left us a small fortune, so I do not have to work/ He is 18 years old and has always a tip or two about my dress, jewellery, and makeup. We live in the country just past the suburbs. It is 5 bedroom house with acres of forested land surrounding it affording us our privacy yet close enough to big city lights. Although Pat’s nursery is the large room adjacent. I wasn't going to let him whine and cry and bluster. He however threatened to take the kids away from me and he was blackmailing me with the pictures.One thing I am good at is letting things go. One thing I am bad at is being cornered. I let loose on him 12 years of hate and anger spewed forth in twenty minutes of no stop "truth". Ranging from he is a pussy when it comes to defending me to I love pussy and it what I think about when he was on top of me thinking he was pleasing me. The fucker.