I felt like they were having a tug of war and my ass crack was the God dam flag. I was trying to keep the smack count in my head but I just gave up. A...l I know is that I was getting man handled as much as I was getting smacked but I’ll tell ya my pussy was dripping, my ass was on fire, my nipples were rock hard and all I wanted to do was cum. Finally, Daddy stops and motions to Uncle Mike to back off , which he does but he still got a grip of my ass cheek. Daddy says, “I think she’s had her. Deb was still a girl so she did not have the main commodity aperson needed to acquire wisdom, experience. Most people think experienceonly could come from doing the action itself, a lesser form also comes fromhaving empathy from people telling their tale of what they experience. Onedoes not need to be homeless to understand why it was bad to homeless inbad weather. People knew this by extrapolating other knowledge.This American girl started to do everything in excess, she was hedonist tothe. From the feet up Sara had on a shiney pair of high heeled black pvc knee high boots. A black short shiny latex skirt which looked like it had been sprayed on and a matching top. A black pvc belt went around Sara's waist.'Im glad you came Rob, come in' Sara said. I went in and on shutting the door Sara took my hand and started to lead me upstairs, I'm sure she could sense how nervous I still was. As Sara went in front of me up the stairs I had a perfect view of the latex covered tight arse. I. Would I lie to you, Dean? Sam? And yes, I really am a vampire. Full-scale, all the way, dead in the coffin, can’t come out during daylight, vampire. None of this pansy, sparkly, Twilight bullcrap written by a Mormon author, none of that rubbish. A real, honest-to-Chuck, fully fledged blood-sucking, Undead monster, okay?” I reassured them.“So, now that your ... blood is in me, what does that make me, your bitch like Sammy was Ruby’s?” Dean retorted, more than a little paranoid, though I couldn’t.