My dad was abusive and I enjoyed being bad. I think it was my way to rebel against my dad. I reveled in the excitement of a given situation. I am begi...ning this story where the last one left off. Karen and I were on the way home and we were talking about Mr. DAngelo. Karen couldnt get over the size of his cock. She was still a little buzzed and she was telling me everything. She told me she had the best orgasm when he was fucking her. She even told me she gave him a BJ until he came in her. Then, I got my hands on some guns and I killed even more men.“Al came to me at the whorehouse at 4:00 in the morning, the day I left New York. He told me there were over a hundred cops coming after me. He gave me a handful of money and a train ticket. He handed me a certificate of birth, with a new name, showing I was born in St. Louis and told me to get the hell out of town. The train ticket was to Yuma and he told me to look up a friend of his named Luther Street when I got here. Luther was a. He got behind me and leaned in to kiss my ass. "There's a lovely, bright, red hand print on you're ass. Sitting is going to hurt for a while." I could tell he was saying it with a grin. He spread my cheeks and started kissing my asshole before slowing licking and prodding with his tongue. I moaned and moved my hips closer to his mouth. He stopped and started rubbing my pussy with his cock. It touched my clitoris and I moaned loud just for a moment. Daddy then took his now glistening dick and. They decided that Otto should stay home and work on the bomb while Joseph and George went on this outing. Otto got busy on the bomb right away, but Joseph and George had to wait until it got dark enough. They took their guns with them, of course, but they also took the wagon. They planned to pick up a case of the spray if they could find that much.They went to the first place on Joseph's list; the Segways made the trip a quick one. Uh-oh, this was a warehouse with a small display addition at.