She was bent over the break room table for the shipping department of the Institute of Apotheosis. Ulrich was one of the young men who worked there, a...l devotees of the new god, Henry Archer. They had formed their own Mother Fuckers Club, Ulrich’s mom, the supervisor of the shipping department, was the first recruit.“Ulrich, yes!” she moaned, her sloppy cunt clenching down around him. He wasn’t the first guy to fuck her during the break. She took on every guy she could, transformed into a slut. I would miss the City of my birth dearly. I also missed Stacey Winston. The gorgeous Black American Princess I loved but never had a chance with. However, partly because of her issues with Titus Braxton and partly because of Brigit Florentino’s romance with Josiah, I had to leave town. See, I told you I left Boston for Ottawa because of two women. I packed my belongings and moved to Ottawa. My father’s older brother, my uncle Raymond, lived in Ottawa with his wife and daughter. He offered me a. Perhaps too beautiful for the ugly discussion we were having. This, ultimately, was why Jenny and I could not make a life long partnership. It was impossible.“Jenny,” I sighed, “I need to explain who Rachel was. She was a hobo like me. She left home because somebody raped her, and then her parents couldn’t accept the child; they actually violently forced a miscarriage. She felt like she was in a world of no justice for the most horrible of people.”“But killing them?”“The first man she killed,”. “So good baby, scratch my ass, hard very hard,” he screams as he shoots a huge load.“Now you Jacque, is there something special I can do for you?”“You are a very exciting woman, sit on the chair and I will stand. A blow job is always better standing,” he tells me as lightly scratch his balls before I take his erection between my lips and he slides at least three-inches into my mouth“Pinch my nipples like you did before and scratch my ass cheeks, the harder the better.I alternate by doing just.