”He grabs my cunt hard and says get on the bed, be my doggie bitch!”I smile and get on all fours on the bed, I turn my head back to Carlo and say ...��Hey big dog, I like it rough, rough, rough, “ I bark out the word. Carlo is already hard and he begins licking my cunt from behind, noticing that I’m already wet. Its like this every day. Having’ a baby has made me hornier than a New Jersey hooker. Carlo flicks he tongue over my pearl shaped clit and I’m barking again. Then he can’t help himself he. She pulled a white bathing cap down over her blond curls and then stepped to the edge of the pool, paused a moment and dove in. When Cathy popped up next to me I tried not to stare at her chest. I was 13 and Cathy had what every young boy wanted to look at ... BREASTS. Not just some little bumps or the first vestiges of breasts, but a real nice beautiful set of B cup kind of breasts.As she stood next to me in the pool, I noticed how her blue and white striped suit clung to her body and her. I did not enjoy his machinations, and as he matured, his body seemed to give off an ever-increasing, primal stench as his grubby hands constricted me. Masculine odours had never worried me because the men in my family never bothered with deodorants and cologne, and the smells of cigarettes, rum, and the hardworking hum were part of my daily existence. Monty’s mob, however, always took stench to a higher level.Shortly after I turned sixteen, I thought my life had ended when on one of Monty’s. I'm down on all fours. He whips my back, ass, and thighs. I'm screaming and hollering more. He puts the restraint belt and the shackles on me.We head out to the car. Change me spread eagle in the back of his hatchback.I'm so happy to be going home. People can see me. I'm not so smiley this time. I'm hard though.He gets me out of the car and takes me into my house. He has me on my knees and takes all the shackles off me. He gives me the jar. He leaves.I'm all about this jar. I open it. It still.