I told her to order us some delivery while I ran down to the hospital to ask some questions. Since we drove up here on a weekend and it was Saturday night, most government buildings or other facilities big where we might get more information would not be open, nor would they be tomorrow. This trip wasn't about finding my family on the first try so much as it was about getting an idea about the area and where I might concentrate my efforts in the future. As far as the hospital went, I was mostly interested in learning how large a geographical area they usually serviced and maybe see if there were any staff who might have worked there over the last eighteen years. I figured if my uncle and I were born in the same area, it stood to reason I might have been born in the same hospital and maybe, however unlikely, there might be someone on staff who worked here back then. I didn't have any expectations, as this tits was such a long stretch, but I was here so I might as well try. On the way to the hospital, Brunette I decided to stop at a gas station along the way to pick us up something to drink. At first glance, Wausau didn't seem big enough to have a real 'seedy' part of town, so I was a bit surprised when I noticed some women standing in the empty parking lot adjacent to the gas station. Clearly they were prostitutes, judging by their apparel, but it was unseasonably cold out tonight and rainy meaning it would be a long slow night for them. My time inside the station took shaved longer than expected, because of a couple of bums trying to buy some whiskey with what change they had between them. After arguing about whether to buy less alcohol so they could buy some cigarettes, followed by a lengthy process of trying to min/max their purchase by selecting a product then rejecting it due to price, before selecting another, etc. After a few minutes they finally settled on their purchase, I quickly paid for mine and was out the door right behind them. They smelled like some of my fosters did. I never wanted to end up like that, but I digress. As I walked back out to my car, I noticed that the girl's pimps showed up. I say 'pimps' as there were two of them, but I suspected that one was operating under the authority of the other. There were five girls, two with one pimp and three with the other, but it was the one with the three that caught my attention. Apparently one of the little white girls pissed off her pimp as he was really laying into her. Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, as I would punish my women when they got out of line, but for whatever reason this particular situation rubbed me the wrong way. When I punish my women, I do it calmly and in a controlled manner. I have wailed on them from time to time, but that was always during a pain session and never during a punishment and I never struck them with a closed fist. A girl should never be beaten when you are angry because you lack personal restraint at pussy that point, as evidenced by the fact that you're angry, under the influence of emotion. No, when you are angry, you put the girl on lockdown and you save physical punishment for when you are in a clear frame of mind, after having had a chance to weigh the punishment against the crime. What the pimp was doing was out of rage, by the look on the girl's faces. The fact the second pimp was standing by, keeping his girls out of the situation, told me bizarre that this was more than just an 'attitude adjustment' or 'correctional education'. After slapping the girl around a few times, yelling at her, the large black dude drew his balled fist back and drilled the little girl upside the head, sending her straight to the ground, drawing cries and pleas of mercy from the other girls. I heard the hit from where I was standing as it popped loudly through the night air and I thought the girl was dead for sure or crippled at the very least. After a few moments, her pimp standing over her crumpled body yelling at her to get up, she finally started to move. I was a bit relieved to see her functioning and the fact she wasn't convulsing told me she wasn't suffering any sort of major brain damage from the blow, but when he started to kick her for not getting up quickly enough, I knew she was likely living on borrowed time. Again, I had no business interfering with how a man wants to handle his woman, but this was not a man handling a woman. This was an animal and animals do not get to handle women. Animals have no impulse control and it was evidenced by how he was beating the shit out of this girl. It was bad enough he let his women sleep with other men, regardless if it was for profit, but he was a bully. He was using fear and pain to keep his girls in line, not confidence and leadership. He demanded his girls toe the line for him, but did not hold himself to a higher standard as an example. I used my girls as I pleased, but I always kept my girls at the forefront of my mind and everything I did was for them, for us. When I looked at this guy, I saw Robert, if he actually had the size to enforce his will. "Careful, Hun . . . He used to love spanking my ass and then eating out my pussy. “There are no easy ones Vicky.” Then her pussy milked out the last of my cum. I only stared, struck by her forbidden beauty, my eyes running covetously over every inch of her tattooed surface. My little sister Mrs Byrne is out working and he must be out too. I smiled telling her I would love to have her company for a few more days. At first, she just gasped, then squinted a little. Abby suggested. “Yes, I know; it was great; do you want me to get you one just like it?” “Sucking my tits doesn’t make it sex.” big You want Stefani Brunette here eating your pussy again, don't you?” At one-point Rachel looked at the clock, and to her astonishment, realized that it was 10:30. "Again! Once we got in the car; I held her tight and kissed her before we pulled out of the parking lot. bizarre After being told by Teacher to give my husband to Tina, I’m shaved fantasizing about giving him to women. Don't be selfish, Mom.” Brian wore a troubled smile, and as he looked over towards Stephanie, parts of her went weak. At that moment, I was just glad that the small cocktail table was effectively hiding my crotch from view. Feeling like I should say something or show some gratitude I manage a meek “Thank you Eddie.” After all, breakfast was awesome and I am looking forward to a run and maybe some reading before work. Lisa came back out with the tube of lubricant and a big smile. “Yep. She could see The Girl, also naked of course, standing silently behind The Boy. I was angry at my father. ‘I want to fuck you with my tongue. “Thank you so much for all of this!” I say to her. She was cumming closer and closer to her orgasm. We arrive at the motel just before eleven, Friday morning. It had started her on a path that had put her strapped to a hospital bed and looking up at pussy bright lights. “What do you think daddy.” “No, Kim said that you invite others to the house, but as of yet, they haven’t gotten an invite,” Mark says to me. Whatever they heard otherwise would she please keep it low key. It is my hope that reading this story might give you a little better insight into why I don't feel any animosity towards Freddy tits for what we both secretly did together that day in the bathroom so many years ago. It looked like reporters, including a few women, had waited at the mosques antechamber. Slowly the small valley in between her titties came into view, which excited all three voyeurs. And this was all she wanted? What do I say?