As if we were good friends, who we were, as if we had known one another all our lives, which we did, we were having a good time. We were really hittin... it off, so much so that I walked her over to the bar and we sat and had a drink while the Witches of Eastwick stewed at their table. There was no way that I was going back there. I was afraid they’d attack me, strip off my clothes, and rape me. They were all depraved. They were wild animals. Besides, I didn’t want any of them ruining my chances. He had no interest in what Rupert did and didn’t want to hear about it.He’d talk about any and all games he’d watched and didn’t understand why Rupert wasn’t excited about them. Therefore, conversation was almost nonexistent between them, but that was no problem as long as Rupert got naked and got in his bed and gave his ass to Ross to stick his fat cock in.He’d pound away, biting the back of Rupert's neck until his balls finally emptied themselves and he could fall back, sweat-soaked, and. "There's only one way to teach a whore like you." I know, Daddy," I nodded and took my position, the one I'd learned from the time I was born, it seemed like."Get those hands out of the way, slut," he warned me and I moved them quickly, pressing my palms to the carpet as my tummy and hips were over his thighs."Yes, Daddy," I whispered, closing my eyes as I felt him raising my skirt, pulling it over my bare butt and out of the way."Spread these legs, give me your holes, bitch," he said, pressing. In the middle of reminiscing over our parents, or one of the many subjects we had covered so many times in the past, he would stop in mid sentence. At these times, he struggled to come to grips with my memories emerging from a completely foreign body. It was an impossibility, which sat before him, testing the limits of his understanding at every waking moment. The indescribable magnitude of the situation was sometimes too much for him, as it often was for me. His method would be to simply walk.