"Hey, that's the Arachnid-Kid, unless your a close friend. Or my aunt," he said as he bounced up to face the source of the voice, taking a fighting st...nce until he saw her emerge from the shadows. The gorgeous red-head wore a black domino mask over her eyes, a headband with two fake cat-ears, and a red leather catsuit with the zipper left open enough to show her spectacular cleavage. "Homina, homina," the young hero said as he immediately recognized the Crimson Cat. "And you certainly could be. For a moment I let myself get lost to sounds around me; the squeak of the bed each time he drove his dick into me, his heavy breathing in my ear that came and went with every thrust, the sound of him slobbering on my neck, and the worst sound of them all, my own moan. It's always the first moan that lets I'm know that he waking up his slut. “That's it baby, I knew you missed me. Oh God you're always so fucking tight.” He slows down again slowly sawing his meat in and out of my ass, It kills me. Ah’m sixteen, near as we kin figgur, but Ah ain’t sweet lak thet movie.We gets food stamps but Granny never worked enuf fer Social Security. The farm brings some rent money and Ah works at the truck stop down bah the highway. There’s a few reglar drivers thet takes me to their trucks fer some bangin on ebreaks. They tips pretty good and Ah brings home food from the restrant. So we gets bah.Ah do have some boyfriends though. Ah’m pretty good at fukkin, Ah’ve been told, and Ah shore likes doin. When what you really need is a break ... but you try to plow through it anyway.Thus my raging frustration at the top of this chapter.Silly? Melodramatic? Maybe.But, it’s my cross to bear.Thank you for letting me get it out.If there is one silver lining in all of this, it’s that I have several walking, talking, and breathing “stress relievers” that call me “Master”.One of which who had sealed her fate for the next couple of hours by texting me a “6” with enough exclamation points after it to put.