A few minutes later he handed me a key. ‘Iris!’ He yelled squeakily. I wanted to laugh when an older woman came stomping out of what appeared to b... a back kitchen, her hands on her hips. ‘Now see here, old man, there will be no shoutin in this here house!’ She wagged her finger at him and was getting ready to do more than that when he interrupted her. ‘Iris, this here be Ms Regan. Show her to her room.’ Instantly the woman was contrite. ‘Beggin your pardon my lady.’ She smiled at me and. " Say it again. Tell Jeff and me that you're a tart. We want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."Jeff butted in. Gone was any attempt at charm, however superficial. His misogyny was evident in his coarseness. "Don't you mean the whore's mouth?"Kelly's voice was flat, her spirit broken. "I'm a tart." And are you going to ask Jeff to fuck you?" Yes." She looked at him, at his paunch, at his flabby backside and at his thin erection, which he was still stroking. He was nothing to write home. Debby chuckled and reached into a cabinet above the refrigerator. Kevin’s Rush t-shirt hiked up and exposed her bare bottom. Debby pulled down an enormous bottle of generic aspirin.“How many?” she asked.“Half,” Kevin said.“You want half a tablet?” she asked.“No,” Kevin said, “Half the bottle.”Debby laughed but Charles just turned from the stove with a plate of bacon strips resting on a paper towel. Kevin didn’t know if Charles was pissed off about the activities, last night, because Charles. She sensed the hardness suddenly pressing between her cheeks and thought for an instant that the unknown intruder was about to take her anally like some confused teenage altar-boy undergoing a forbidden initiation in a private nocturnal setting. It was something that she found personally distasteful, but she was willing to take it in the spirit of true contrition relegating it to the discomfort of her pre-ordained need for penance.The strange shaft slid down lower and entered her feminine folds.