. and a bit of feared embarrasment about something.We talked for a bit ... about the sea, about the town. Told me he worked as a freelance writer, wro...e a couple Hardy Boys books, occaisional pieces for local magazines and such.After that, we sat together fairly often. He chatted a lot about Jennifer ... how he'd picked her up as a pup, seeing her wander alone by the side of a road.I'd been seeing people, having a couple flings with swingers and the local queers, but after John started talking. I'm going to breed you with my child. Breed you with my heir. It'll be nice to send you for a visit to your relatives with the gift of my seed. Seed you'll nurture in your whore womb." He said as Catelyn moaned with the vision of bearing a bastard child, her womb nurturing another Red or raven haired babe as her belly grew with a baseborn child.He forced is cock deeply into Catelyn's body and slammed into her with all his might, the head of his cock pressing hard against her cervix. He threw. “She respects him. Obeys him. Loves and supports him! And in exchange, he will take care of her.”CRACK!“She's not a whore. Not a slut. Not a bitch who makes her daughter cry.”CRACK!“Yes,” I moaned, trembling.CRACK!Mrs. Armstrong shuddered on the massage table. She gasped and shuddered, her back arching as he kept her pinned down. Her dark-red hair flew about her face. Real tears fell down her cheeks. Tears of pain, not those fake ones she tried to use to get her husband's sympathy.CRACK!“A real. I had him by the balls, so to speak,and although he wasn't ready to admit it quite yet, he knewit."Now drop your pants, bend over and grab you're ankles,turkey. Now YOU'RE going to learn what it feels like to getthe big dick shoved up YOUR butt." You goddam little prick. I oughta beat the shit out of youfor even thinking such a thing. If you think you're gonnafuck me, you're out of your goddam mind," he snarled. "Well, Dad, it's either that, or I have a heart-to-hearttalk with Mom," I grinned..