He looked down at me, and smiled. It wasn’t a fatherly smile. He locked the door behind him. There was nothing after that, but I remembered the pain... and that seedling of pain blossomed in me, becoming something beautiful, something terrible. But I was always terrible. There was an even earlier memory of pain. Not the first pain I endured, but the first pain I inflicted. I remembered standing over the crib of a babe. It was a girl, and her head was bald except for wisps of blonde. ‘Yavara,’ I. He looked down at Ashley who in turn looked back at him with makeup running down her face from crying. He squatted right in front of her and looked her in the eyes. “What’s my name?”Her face almost immediately went pale. She tried to search in her head for an answer, but it looked like she kept coming up blank.“Come on ASHLEY, what’s my name?” he demanded.“I don’t know, I never ... you never even...”“Wrong answer! You see? Doesn’t even take the time to learn the guys names who she degrades.. "It doesn't need to be a high-powered thing like at Battery Park..." Where you've got all the upscale, status-conscious yuppies pushing their kids to peak performance to satisfy parental egos," Eve interrupted. "And the kids often don't understand what's going on." My thinking, too," Dave nodded. "I really wasn't thrilled with the idea, but it was convenient and not as bad as some. They seemed to do a fair job of letting kids be kids. You wouldn't believe the preschools some people I know have. The Married Guy and I have become pretty regular fuck buddies and I have some more experience I want to share with you guys but I need to finish this first experience off.When I left you (which was in June), the Married Guy had come over to my place, we had stripped down to our speedos, he had sucked me off and I’d cum all over his chest and I had sucked him off and swallowed every last drop of his married man juice. He was sitting on my couch and I finally took his cock out of my mouth and.