I am feeling like a whore but maybe that’s just what I am.” She was near tears, I could tell.“Oh, Connie. I didn’t know. You’re too good to ...e called a whore. I think you are just doing what you have too to get along. That’s not ‘bad’.”She put her arms around me and one hand dropped down to my crotch and began fondling my cock. I kissed her and we went horizontal again. This time I was as gentle and loving as I could be, in spite of images of her being gangbanged that went through my mind. Her. . sausage, grits, eggs, like that.”“I know the place. Fix your coffee. Travel mugs in the cabinet. Top shelf. I’ll go get my shoes.”By the time I got back, she was stirring her coffee. I sat down to put my shoes on.“If you trust me to fix your coffee...”“That’d be nice.”“How do you like it?”“Cream and sugar.”“I make mine sweet,” she said.“That’ll work. I started drinking coffee by stealing sips from my great-grandmother. Old Cajuns like their coffee sweet.”I was tying the last shoelace when she. My knees gave out as I backed into the mattress, and I fell backwards; my back resting on the soft covers. Chad’s eyes were like a wild fire, sweeping across my body. I could feel the heat from his lustful gaze burn my flesh. It was the heat of passion, pleasure, and desire. He crawled on top of me, and rubbed his hard, naked dick against mine. I felt myself tense up as he moved his pelvis up and down the bulge in my Speedo jammer. His lips brushed against my skin. Stopping every few inches to. This of course then gets you a scolding by your mother and Dad put you through a scolding and put in your room up in the attic and ground you for the entire summer. You find yourself feeling angry and miserable as you now can’t spend the summer time using computers, going anywhere with the family, or any other fun family activities. But in your room as you stomp around angrily, you find a book under you bed and a Spirit of sorts comes out of the book. He’s name is Domain and he tells you that.