I might regret letting Bastion live, but I feared that I would regret the consequences of condemning him to death myself more. I needed to know.In the...end I compromised at letting Walter have him. Whatever else he may have become, Walter began his existence as a nightmare. The only other time I had let him do this was when Rebecca had captured the scumbag who was raping little girls out by Palm Springs. I had him merge with me so I could give him the memories I had of all the video we'd seen.. This proved to be too much for my mom’s live-in boyfriend, a Big Black man, which is what led to my path as a slut, whore, skank, sex slave, sex toy, pain slut, well... you get the idea.Mom was a drunk and worked 10-hour days. She met a huge black man that within a week was living with us. He eventually grew tired of my dressing like I did and turned our lives into sex and slavery and constant orgasms. I was always in a state of arousal and HE eventually got tired of what he said was, teasing.. On the one hand if there was no more contact with him, she would never have to hear about this new woman in his life, and she could pretend that things were always as they had been before he had reenter her life. On the other hand, she would never see his face again, not able to laugh with him, to see his smile, or to admire the way his eyes changes colors to match his mood. Shortly after their last meeting, Sara decided to take some time off and go on a trip, preferably someplace warm and. " Hey, whatever man. She's like a total fox. Can I buy her? I got cash."Just for fun, I paused as if considering his insipid offer. Emma grew more apprehensive with each passing second, and then suddenly she stood behind me with her arms around my waist. I guess she decided her classy kidnapper was a safer bet than some bottom-dwelling gangbanger. "No, I think I'll keep the little slut," I could hear Emma let out a sigh of relief."Yeah, I gets it. Incest is best. Hey, anytime you want me to.