He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a white carton and pointed it at her. She reached out two dainty fingers and pulled out a skinny...white stick. Placed it in between her wet pink lips while Michael pulled out his lighter. She stared into his eyes the whole time until she released a puff of smoke and glared her eyes. ‘So, what are you doing in a bar full of losers?’ She said with a little bit more spice in her voice. ‘You know I could ask the same of you’ Michael shot back,. Then I handcuff her to the radiator, with her arms above her head - so I can always see her tits when I come to look at her. With her legs spread wide , without panties , she looks even better. One last hard kick in her cunt ... now I hear no more cries , only her sobs when I turn off the basement light .Then I go into the kitchen and wonder how I get the bitch to talk. I'm not here for pleasure, anyway. Well not ONLY pleasure ... the fun part starts when she told me everything I wanted to. ’ ‘You nearly killed us!’ retorted Fran, her spirit starting to return. ‘James, darling,’ she told me indignantly, ‘on the motorway she went on the hard shoulder and simply flew past a cement lorry on the inside –‘ ‘He was going too slow,’ explained Gabby. ‘– and then swerved right across all three lanes. I thought we were dead.’ ‘James, lover, she’s exaggerating,’ said Gabby. ‘No she isn’t,’ cut in Connie, who had now emerged from the back seat to join us. Normally irrepressible, she too was. ”Mom laughed and said, “Whenever you want too. Your father had that same agreement with me. It started out to be ten or fifteen times a week at first but then it was down to once or twice a week when he took off with that woman.”That woman, as Mom referred to her was Mom’s older sister.I started to go to my own bedroom when Mom said, “If you’re going to fuck me you might as well sleep with me. Turn out the light and come into bed.”She held the covers up so that I could slide in with her. I.