Then I remembered that I already had three new acquisitions that I hadn't tried. I didn't need another. Plus, his father would probably make a fuss an... that I didn't need.When the sun started setting, I grabbed a beer and invited Bill into the den - or at least the room I was using as such for the night."So what's on your mind, Bill?" I asked as I took a seat on the couch. "We don't socialize that much." True." He sat across from me and sighed. "I'm kind of in a bind. I was kind of hoping you. It’s a brutal violation. All the way in. All the way out. Fast and rough.Ragged throat-tearing screams, and the sound of our bodies slapping together are all I hear. Impossibly, the pain seems to increase with each thrust. Nothing. I can do nothing to stop him. It hurts too much to endure, but that doesn’t stop him.The thrusts slow. His breaths coming in gasps. He finally stops, I lay there, trembling, more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my life. My violated ass burns with agony. His hard. She was ready." He shook his head. "I couldn't pull the trigger." What do you mean?" I pulled the plug on the whole operation. I told her the whole story." You told her? Why did you do that?" Because it was wrong. What I was doing ... what we were doing, Stuart -- was fucking wrong." How did she take it?" Stuart asked."How the fuck do you think she'd take it? She gave me a good one right here." He pointed to his cheek."She slapped you?" Yeah. I stood and took it -- I figured I owed her that. It bounced once and rolled in between feet, a few shouts were raised as their owners realized what had just happened.Taylor didn’t see the results. He was pulling Kara through the door, shutting it, and getting a few steps along the hallway they found themselves in when a ‘whump’ sound could be heard from the other side of the door. There was one door on the left wall, which, if Taylor’s sense of direction was right, led back into the large foyer, and another at the end of the hall, which.