As long as they was gettin' their share, I guess they didn't have no problems with how we run the business.And little Charlie wasn't so little any mor.... He was thirteen and it was plain to all of us he was gonna be a big, strappin' man. He was already almost as tall as I was and he wasn't skinny, either. Between playin' football at school, workin' hard in the garden after school and helpin' us move barrels of whiskey around on the weekends to earn some spendin' money, the boy had some meat on. Finally from behind the fridge popped a head.“Hello.” She said. “Sorry, can I help you?” She was stunning, about twenty years-old, slim with long dark hair pulled back, a perfect face with lovely green eyes. She wore a tight black top and even tighter dark blue jean with an apron tied around her waist. “Just an espresso please and a toasted cheese sandwich.”“Which bread?”“Brown please.”“Please sit and I will bring it.”I sat at the table closest to the counter so I could keep looking at this. The timid girl had indeed been the victims of bullies before, and was extremely embarrassed that at the age of eighteen her parents still disciplined her by spanking her on the bottom. It wasn't that she wanted to be spanked. It wasn't that she liked it, or even that she was particularly afraid of Betty. It was just her nature. A shy, submissive little girl, who couldn't say no when she was ordered around, who took the abuse and remained meek . The sudden tightening, then the first release, almost painful but also euphoric, then feeling my sperm as it hurtled down my shaft and then splashed violently deep into her vagina. And then again ... again ... fuck again ... Her cunt was tight around him, pulsing as I bucked my creamy spunk into her.I finally rolled off her, lay panting on my back, gasping, my anger almost drained from me.Still hungry the bitch straddled me, her now bright pink, exposed sex leaking cum down onto my stomach. She.