She was only doing this shit because she thought he was safe, that he would be her family’s choice. I’d taken her cherry at sixteen and I’d be fucked if someone else was going to put hands on what’s mine. I had her laid out on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and tied to the posts. Her pussy, that gash that fucking owned me, winked at me from between the fat lips that my mouth knew so well. I’d gone away for a year, I had to if I wanted to do something more with my life than the drudgery that was staring me in the face in this small town that was going nowhere fast. After university, which I’d only made because of scholarships, I’d been offered a job overseas. If I took it and did well, I would be set in my engineering field for life. “We had an understanding, we talked about this shit. How the fuck could you forget that?” Her eyes followed me across the room as I paced back and forth in my anger.
