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............The thing I'd earned about a Cruise ship in the six or seven days Ihad been on it now was that nowhere are you alone which is exactlywhat ... wanted to be just now. I remembered a small square just outsidethe docks when I had left with the ship Mhari. I headed there it wasjust the thing I needed a few offices business's tour operators thattype of thing all closed for the day and quiet. I sat down and lit acigarette some tears ran down my cheeks. How could I have been soblind as to Mom. "You'll have to wait, Gramps. Mom and I are busy now. I've got to clean your stuff out of her. You can have your turn later." And like a chastened little puppy, Gramps went to sit in the corner, in the same chair where I had warmed myself up as I had watched him and Mom get it on.The bed was now ours, Mom's and mine. I had seen her fucking many times on the DVDs in Gramps' collection, obviously without the need for true foreplay. She gave her every opening to Gramps as well as to other. “Yeah,” I mumbled, transfixed in place as he devoured me with shrewd eyes.“Show me.”“What?” I blurted out, a little wide-eyed surprise colouring the word.“Show me,” he repeated with a knowing leer. “Your pussy. Not like I haven’t seen it already. Bet you’re getting even wetter thinking about it.”Thing is, he was right. I was. I liked being treated like a slut sometimes. Most of the time if I was honest with myself. Didn’t mean I had to admit it to anyone, but Scott already knew, so what would. “It turned out that Miles was Satan in disguise.”“Well Miles built himself up as he tore me down. He made me think that the only identity I had was through him. He made me feel guilty about every thought I had and everything I did unless he approved ahead of time. He’d come home at the end of the workday and I was expected to confess all my thoughts to him, especially the erotic ones. At first, I didn’t have any; I didn’t think that way. But then, after he’d browbeat me, I realized that to make.
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