"Hi there," Lisa said, looking up. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight." She was wearing a white satin push-up bra and matching panties."Not quit... my last time," Devlin said, "but close. I should say the same thing about you. Or are there enough women for you."Lisa looked around, and then leaned forward. "Don't tell people," she said, "but I'm not here just for the women."Devlin made the connection at once. "You mean... ?" If word gets out, I'd be ostracized by the Lez community. They'll. But he didn’t stop there. He looked down further. It continued until it again was resting on those rose covered panites. And there it stayed, even though this angle was just as bad as when he was staring up at her face. He had to strain his neck so until his chin was all the way down to his chest. Not only did this cause some neck strain but his was having some eye strain as well, as they desperately tried to focus on a crotch that was only inches away.“It has to do with me, because my Mom,. Well, he himself wasn't wealthy, but his father was. His father either owned or was on the board of so many companies that John couldn't keep track. He had a mother who was a homemaker and a rebellious older sister.John Higgins was brash and unlikable. He had been raised to believe that anyone who wasn't equally wealthy was not worth his time. This world view caused John to live life without any friends. No one he ever met had more than a few dollars in the bank. He would scoff at them, perhaps. A couple of hours later he came back for more and fucked her- up one side and down the other. She begged him to stop but he kept going. He came inside her 3 times while shoving kitchen utensils up her ass.She cried all night wondering what a mistake it was to come to America, follow her husband and now be abused by her brother in law. She cried out to her dead father. She moaned and sobbed, “Dad, if you hadn’t died… this wouldn’t be happening to me!” “Send help Dad. I know you see me! .