I'd say it's disgusting, except I really feel like I've enjoyed it too much and I really feel like they did too. With all the cruelty of my mother and...Gail, not to mention some of the horrible men we sold the poor girls to, I believe I gave them moments of enjoyment and even love. Like an actor, I became their lover. I embraced the role so to speak. And yet I couldn't help being aware of the distance created by my presence as their captor and the gap preventing any true love from happening. I. “Mr. Jones, why did you kiss me?”“Julia, you know that I have a crush on you. Don’t you?”“I guess so. What about your wife? What would she think?”“She’s not here and I want you. Come closer to me.”“I don’t want to lose my job. I need it.”“Nobody is going to get rid of you. Come over here and let me love you. I’ve waited for this day forever. You excite me so much.”“I’m not sure. How about the children? They will tell your wife.”“They won’t. We will only be together after they go to school. Now. And I'm sure that the installation of airbags had been a 'big deal, ' involving competing considerations of child safety and civil liberties. But I had missed that debate. So that when I popped a wheelie to jump my bike over the curb that now stood between me and the ice cream truck I was pursuing, the truck whose driver I'd mistakenly paid with the counterfeit currency that I'd discovered, I was genuinely surprised to find myself knocked sideways off the bike and into the prize gardenias that. Your tongue finds it’s ultimate goal – my asshole. ‘Enough of your bourgeois gentility – get medieval on my ass!’ I bark out and you start licking frantically at my anus with wonferful wet slurping sounds. I feel your sputum running down past my balls to my inner thighs. I suddenly turn around and stand up so fast that you almost fall back on your butt, but you manage to break your fall and kneel before my throbbing cock looking up at me expectantly. I begin slapping my cock against the cheeks.