His hands had gone from her breasts and they were now back on her ass, feeling her up, squeezing her cheeks. His fingers slid deliciously into the cra...k, just as they'd done before, but this time searching unapologetically for her hole, circling around, and he smiled, for he had her. He owned her, and his finger was about to go in. "Out here by the river in all your posh clothes - and me nothing but vermin. It doesn't seem right, does it, my lady? Such people as us - strangers they say, and yet. “Yeah, they are nice”, I conceded, “But I am a man and any man would take a look at those. However, I’m also a man old enough to be your father, maybe even your grandfather.”“You’re not old”, she stated slyly, “You’re experienced, which is a lot more than I can say for my last boyfriend.” This was more information than I needed, yet I was now intrigued and encouraged her to go on. “When he finally got it in, he lasted maybe 30 seconds and shot all over my stomach and then asked if it was good. Saying it out loud put it in its proper place.I shouldn’t have been at that point but I was; I was shocked. After everything I’d heard and seen, I guess I should have figured that Brian would find a way to fulfill his dark fantasy as I suppose I had too. I considered my father and some of the things he made me do to indulge his unnatural urges. And it would seem that I had done the very same thing with Jerome. And now Brian was doing it to me. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I. However my boss agreed with Emily. I worked late re-engineering some of the faux gable bracing that partly distinguishes the style. I’d done two or six designs already and finally my boss booted me out the door after refusing to let me email the file home. He told me to “Go out and get laid.” He even suggested a bar “loaded with horny divorcees.” Somehow I managed to keep my face straight, though I’m not sure that was the right thing to do. The last thing I wanted to do was visit a bar..