The rope Charlie was using today felt like silk sliding through my fingers as I helped loop it into coils. Marla special ordered the rope and I delive...ed it when we met so it wouldn't go to Charlie's mailbox where his wife might see. It cost a small fortune but Charlie had the means to order rope by the mile if he wanted.I took another quick glance at the clock. I try not to clock watch when I'm with a client. I also don't short-change my clients on time. Charlie still had twenty paid-for. .. Throwing up... My dad leaving with everyone... My mother and I alone...Mom and I...Oh, God.I feel like throwing up again. I didn't have sex with...The mattress moves, and I'm reminded of the other occupant.Without saying a word or even looking back, I exit my parents' bedroom. No wonder I didn't immediately recognize it. I've only ever been in there a handful of times.Only when I'm inside my own bedroom, does the panic start to really set in. My breathing increases rapidly. My heartrate. The bastard was going to fuck me and I felt so helpless…To my horror, he spat on the crack of my ass and smeared his saliva around my tight rosebud. I tried to resist; but he pushed my back down onto the trunk of the car and he held me there.“I said the rear, bitch… now stay quiet…” I braced myself and then felt that huge cockhead that I had sucked before, pushing and entering my very tiny asshole. I cried in pain; but the nigger humped even harder…Inch by inch, he finally shoved his entire. ”“Wow, every guy’s dream I guess, you tell Karen?” Pauli asked me.“Tell them, hon, when you decided to tell your wifey about that little adventure,” Karen said.I took a breath, “I didn’t ever tell her, I was afraid to.”“Ha, no lie, Charlie Brown!” Connor said, “survival instinct.”“Yeah, exactly,” I agreed, “Karen found out last Wednesday… because about a year ago, I decided to write about it, put the story on Lush… and she found it Wednesday.”Karen smiled, “But I still remember how damned horny.