The game was being held in this kind of gymnasium-looking hall. It was like a charity thing and the people who were regular visitors (aka Sean and dad... were playing to collect the money.I'm really not a fan of any types of sports so the game itself ended up being immensely boring. But, I got the chance to stare at Sean for an hour or so without feeling uncomfortable. After the game my mother and I waited for dad to finish so we can go home. Unfortunately, dad was too busy celebrating their win. What we really wanted was to get fucked ... I guess you would call it ‘casual sex’. We really did not care who we slept with, as long as we had a good time. “I can’t tell you how many men I had sex with during my three years at university. Sue and I often competed for the same men but also for the most original place in which had sex. I did it in clubs, in open convertibles, in lifts, in loos, on the roof of our building and once even in St Paul’s Cathedral. One bloke would lick my cunt for. ” He ordered.Joan, whimpered. “I’ll do whatever you want, Tommy, but don’t hurt me any more. Robert paddled me terribly, yesterday.”“Good!” Her son hissed, “But not good enough, because you didn’t obey right away, today.”A sob burst from her. “You’ve already hit me so much. I’ll obey. I will.” The housemom turned to the wall and lifted her ass for her son’s access. “Please, I can’t take much more.”“Stop trying to tell me what do do!” CRACK! Tommy smote a broad red line across her discolored. . our names,unfortunately you can't call me Sila again..." she said sadly."Yeah, you're right, shit, I guess you can call me Alena, Ialready used this at Singliar. And you? What name will you take?"I said following her sadness."Gandor." she says firmly. "It was my brother name." At leastit's a strong name, match with my body."Okay, so we better start to call ourselves by our new names fornow on, we need to familiarize ourselves. We don't need moreattention than usual for us." I said.She just.