"That's over," she said so softly I almost couldn't understand her. "You have a family that loves you now. I'm your family, and I love you." You keep ...e out, too," I sobbed. "This isn't fair, Gretchen." Somebody once told me that life wasn't fair, but you're right," she admitted, kissing my wet cheek. "We're the same, you and I, hiding our hurts behind a tough and worldly shell. I'm worse off than you and for almost the same reasons." She wiped her own face. "I don't want to talk about it. "I won't hurt," he promised. "Stand up and turn around!"Startled, Doris did as he asked, then stifled the sob in her throat. He had unfastened his pants at the front; now a long, slim penis projected straight up as he slouched back in his armless chair.He grinned at her expression. "Squeeze your wet cunt onto that!"Doris felt a crazy blend of fear and fascination.The old man reached to her skirt, dragged it up at the front, stared at her pubic thatch."Brunette," he mumbled. "I like brunette. She wasn't anywhere near sober, but she certainly wasn't that drunk."C'mon, babe, all the guys runnin' a train on you, it'll be awesome!" Wade said. Jennifer needed to derail this, fast. She knew that he would be persistent on this, and was used to her eventually giving in. That much was her own fault. She crossed the room and sat down in Wade's lap with one arm behind him and the other moving sensually across his chest."How about, if ya win against Buckland, I'll let da team give me a. I figured I was already way over thirty on my right cheek, likely around thirty-five. All I knew was that my right cheek was a hellva lot sorer that my left. Some of the crowd had continued to fling random numbers at me though no slaps rained down. ‘Sir,’ I queried. Boy, was that a dumb move. I frantically attempted to remember the count. What number was he up to? I lambasted myself for having lost my focus. I wondered if he knew where he was, either. I involuntarily shrugged. I had no idea..