“Yeah.”She nodded and needed no instructions as she undid the buttons of his shirt while he took off his tie. As the shirt hit the floor she took ...old of his belt, tugged to her right and flicked the metal clasp. The black button came undone easily and the zip worked as advertised. She pulled his trousers down to his knees and felt the bulge, her friend, right in front of her eyes. It was lying to her right, horizontal, fat and hard. With both hands she jerked the underwear down and squealed as. A grin comes across his face as he rolls down the street, looking over her battered and bruised body, her hair a mess, her skin caked in dry cum in various places.“Shit…” He says. “I could make some damn good money off a whore like you…”Katie sits back, her head turned looking at the man that started this whole nightmare for her. “Why did you do that to m-me?” She mutters to the man.He grins back at her. “Cause I can use another whore like you…”The Man says. “My buds may fuck you and. .. Getting your ass fucked can be quite enjoyable. ... It doesn't have to hurt. ... It's all a question of technique. .... Just like fucking a pussy." At this last comment, Phil tensed, fear and anger again clouding his face. "Now, now, Phil," Ralph continued, sinking himself completely in Phil's ass while he stroked Phil's legs. "Don't get all macho on me. ... We're talking pleasure here, not anything else. ... Being able to just lay there and enjoy the sensations, to let someone else do all. I turned and said to her, “Just a second.”I turned to my father, offered my hand, and said, “Until we meet again?”He smiled, nodded, and extended his hand.Shaking the hand of my father was surreal to me. I didn’t believe he was really my father until I felt his skin touching mine. There was no magical spark or glow of light that surrounded us, yet I felt like there should have been. I was in a bit of an emotional stupor when we ended the shake and we repeated our goodbyes. The next thing I knew.