After you finally get all this puritan anti-sex bullshit out of your system, you and I can-” The next thing that happened occurred with such violent swiftness, that I didn’t even register it until it was over. A massive eighteen-wheeler that looked like something out of Mad Max screeched to a halt in front of us, and the trailer doors were flung open. A thickly-callused hand clasped over my mouth, the forearm pinning me against a muscular torso. Fantasia’s scream was cutoff beside me when the demon’s other hand muted her in a similar matter. I didn’t know what to do. My mind was in a state of shock, the thoughts smashing against the wall of my panic. I just went limp in the arm holding me, some primal instinct telling me to play dead. My eyes caught Fantasia’s, and I watched as she thrashed and kicked against our abductor, writhing desperately to free herself. That was when it amateur hit me. I was being taken. I was being thrown into the back of a semi-truck by a demonic truck driver who worked for the devil herself. I wrenched this way and that, bit into the hand of my attacker, kicked at his balls with the back of my heels, and tore at his forearm with my nails, but it was too late. I was thrown into the dark confines of the trailer, and the doors squealed on their hinges, then slammed. The tin echo sounded in the darkness, accompanied by anal the terrified breathing of the succubus beside me. The engine roared, and we moved. DANIEL I’d watched as the devil raped my mother. At least, I thought it was rape, but then I saw the look in my mom’s eyes, the pathetic love Fucking wrought in their depths, and I knew; this was all Mom’s fault. Now masturbation she crawled toward me, collared and leashed like the bitch she was. Though she looked the same as the last time I saw her, I hardly recognized her. Her movements were lithe and seductive, and her face was set into a lecherous mask. Or maybe it wasn’t a mask; maybe this was who she really was. My wrists and ankles were shackled to the chair, my neck was manacled, but I no longer felt the terror I had before. Only rage. “You did this.” I growled. Mom only stared back, resignation in her blue eyes. Her strawberry-blonde mane draped over her hunched shoulders, concealing some of the tattoos that illustrated her entire body. I never knew she had so many; I’d never seen her naked before. “You’re the devil’s whore!” I yelled at her. Mom only nodded, continuing her subservient advance toward me. Her gay hips swayed with each shift of her legs, her supple ass spread in her bent position, her large breasts jiggling gently between her walking arms. The rage began to dissipate from me. There was determination in my mother’s eyes, like she’d resolved to do something she didn’t want to. With Spring came the baseball season and I was ready to fucking crush it. Tom let go of her tits and let her body fall back to how he was originally fucking her, except she was propped up by her elbows rather than her hands. When I got down to the kitchen after my morning preparations I found a little girl face greeting me. She smiled up to me and said, “Look Papa Brad, I have made breakfast for us.” She had made bowls of cereal and managed to pour in the milk with very little spillage. “That was so awesome!” she screeched at me. “No, that’s not how this works.” Mr. Baker commanded with a low voice, taking another step towards me. “We’re not going to do anything. Just a sex fantasy for everyone to jerk/jill-off anal too. "Fuck! I got out from behind Chris, and he rolled over to lie on his back. I knocked on the door and heard “c’mon in”. I thought. It must be a really old one. She looks at me earnestly. Do it, yeah do it. "Please," she begged. So I moved gay over to her and we kissed and then I straddled her as we got in to the 69 position. “Damn, Bev, you were bouncing off the walls when you were coming down the hall. “Crawl over here and get a close look at this pretty little pussy.” She struggles over until she is positioned between Cindy’s legs with her masturbation face about a foot from her pussy. “Blfftrrcub” was all I could say while she was humping and Fucking kissing me, and it had absolutely no effect at all. "Remove the mask from the female slave." An amazing delight. C'mon girls." It made the evening feel amateur delightful. The finished versions seem so real…” Her voice trailed away, and she recovered herself with a start. Then I’d have to give Aunt Mattie my keys,” he laughed.