I would treat her like the Piggy Bitch she was. She would do what I commanded her to do. She would follow all my desires. I will literally fuck the fa... off of her entire body. “You Piggy Bitch” I yelled “down on your knees NOW!!!!!” The smile from her ugly face faded and the pig fell to the ground. Her expression of control turned to surprise and disbelief. “Piggy Bitch” I said to the fat slut “I like that”. “From now on that’s your name bitch” I said to her were unzipping my slacks. I dropped. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Lilly Blacktower?" How much?"I linked our bodies and emotions. "This much." And then I showed her.Life is pain. My mother told me that once. Not the mother produced by my fragmented psyche, but my real mother. I was eight years old and it was after one of my many run-ins with Izzy in a tormenting mood. You have to learn to accept the pain, because it's always going to be there, in one shape or another. It doesn't last, she told me. It passes. All. My room was on the third floor of the old house, sort of an attic under the roof with sloping ceiling and two dormer windows. There were two overseas grad students on the second floor, who I rarely encountered, and Mrs. W. resided on the main floor. I was given a key to the front door so I could come in late without waking her. After a few weeks I could tell that the old girl liked me as she would stop me on my way upstairs to chat about this and that. She would trudge all the way up to my room. I made sure I perfected mine with him. Asking questions while I performed each one. ‘Do you like it this way or that?’ I would ask him. ‘Does this feel good?’ ‘What if I used my finger to do this?’ Each time I performed a blow job, it got better and better. And today, he was going to get the best one, ever! As I flattened my tongue, I gently graze my teeth along the sides of his shaft. I wouldn’t take him deep in my throat right away. I used my tongue to circle around the ridge, bringing it.