Watching her carry the book then standing in front of me was cute.“Barnim, will you read to me?”“The book is in English, so we’ll stick with t...at. I won’t read to you, but I’ll help you read it.”“OK.”She sat down next to me, and we spread the book across our laps. It was damn near medieval Bible size - Volume 1 of Grimm’s Fairy Tales translated to English.The book started out with The Frog Prince. Erin was doing pretty good, I only had to help out in a few places. We got through a couple of. For example, no one said "I'm," instead, they said "I am." Likewise "can't" was never used, instead they said "cannot." "Won't" was "will not." All in all, the language would have sounded very stilted to us in the 21st Century, but our language will probably be just as weird to people of 150 years from now.I got my start as a gunslinger sort of in a sidewise manner. I was born in Missouri, not too far from Branson. It was kind of out in the sticks where Pa had his farm, but we were close enough. " His voice was soft and gentle, Toni fell into it, this was also a first for her, in 10 years of being sexually active no one had ever been in her there."Oh Diego, oh Jesus oh my god," she moaned, he began to move in her, Toni had no idea that sex like this could be so good, so demeaning, so thrilling, so painful, so wonderfully hurting, she was subservient to it, she had her first orgasm this way and it shattered her mind in a way it never had. The kind of climaxes he was making her have were. “Come on, you’re not done, on your knees,” she pulledme up. She thrust my face into her cunt. Silently I preparedmyself for what was sure to be about an hour of oralservice. I was wrong. “We can’t have dinner without a little wine now canwe?” She pissed in my face, all the while screaminghumiliating insults. She held my head firmly in hercrotch, making me drink, yanking my head into differentpositions to make sure every inch of my face and hairwas drenched.