And his dad, well, he thought he was okay but he was an executive in a pretty good-sized company and worked late at times. And being the son of a busy...father, he probably provided his own dinner three, maybe four times a week, often ordering in pizza and the like.So, he was fifteen and, well, life just kind of pissed him off.His dad had tried things to keep him in line and out of trouble and bribes worked fairly well; Simon asked for a swimming pool last year and his dad had one put in. Then. . I had pretty much stopped worrying about it many years ago, but the funeral brought all my fears rushing back. At the reception held after the funeral, off in a corner, Debbie was deep in conversation with my mother and Janice Burrows. Their voices were too low for me to hear what was being said, but it caused me more than slight concern.Maybe my problem actually began the summer after I had turned 18 and graduated from high school. My mother had wrangled a brief job for me. It involved. Rubbing my back Jerry said, I take it you like it from the way your dick is pressing against my leg. Is that ok, I asked. Of course it is, he said. Moving his hand back down to my butt, he pushed his finger back in me. Without resistance it moved easier in and out of me. My heart beat quicker as I felt him deep in me. Suddenly it felt like something was pressing on the back of my dick. As it moved over it my breathing quickened. I told Jerry, it feels like I'm going to cut. Moving his hand. ..As he began to cut of pieces of her skin Igor interfered."That's enough, wasn't her fault.I pushed her to far.Besides we still have something in mind for her !" Mario said before Igor would go to far....She was lying with her back on the table, her left hand tightly bound to her left foot, her righthand tightly bound to her right foot. She couldn't move an inch. Igor had placed the knife betweenher legs, in front of her pussy. She knew what this ment. Her pussy would be the next target.While.