He was so educated and professional, but then he’d come home and take off his tie and jacket and yell up the stairs, “where’s my little slut?” If I’d even had the least illusion that Mom would protect me, that lasted about a day. “Yes,” he smiled. Eporner DO it harder. …please yes, oh yes. . So why not some dessert for our hot little slut? Then he turned and looked at our mother. . So why not some dessert for our hot little slut? Even I knew Dad’s cock wasn’t that big, so he must be talking about other men, but why would she be doing this with other men? But the art is making them not just want it, but need it, need to serve, need to be abased, humiliated, until that’s part of their pleasure.”
I didn’t quite understand the commodity part, but I knew from the look on his face that I had better
