“Please…”“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a ...estament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry curved like a banana, now standing tall, reach past his belly button the large head touching his sculptured body. It had to be more than 10 inches of hardened iron.“Get on your knees, whore.”“Please,. The first letter he'd opened was from the Farm Home Administration, giving flat denial to the request for assistance with construction of the storm sewer separation; there wasn't even a suggestion to reapply at a later date. That was fast work on the part of Farm Home; he hadn't expected a reply, good or bad, for at least another six months. Don had already made a note to bring it to Council the next Tuesday night, and council wasn't going to be very pleased.It sure would be nice to finesse. .. but I pressed on and she relented. I drove her down the road a ways... About a mile and a half and told her to walk home in the dark... I was expecting someone to stop and offer her a ride... but no one did! When she got back home she acted a little bit relieved that she had been able to get there without being picked up. We talked about it when we made love later on... and she was excited beyond excitement! She was not wetter than she had ever been before, but she was more enthusiastic than. But Becky was not a child, she was eighteen and although still at school for flunking her final exams she was a young woman, and a fairly attractive young woman at that! Jill couldn’t handle her, Becky’s father had long bowed out of their lives leaving her to control her single-handed, that was until she enlisted me as a surrogate father. If she wanted to continue living at home she had to accept the rules and breaking them meant a spanking from me! I looked down into Jill’s beautiful face,.