Alex is still looking, but Carl found something

Carl roughly grabs you by your throat and pulls you closer to him.

"You dumb fucking bitch," he hisses in your face as his other hand mauls your big tits. "If you want to be my slut, you will call men 'sir.' Cunts need to know their place."

"Sorry, sir," you stammer out, shocked at how roughly Carl was treating you. This is very different from the Carl you knew back when you were a young man--from the man who had taken you and Alex fishing, to the movies, and to baseball games. Is this sort of treatment why Alex's mother left?

Carl spits right in your face as he squeezes harder around your windpipe. "Damn right you are, slut. You cheated on my son. You took my cock in your slutty pussy, your asshole, and swallowed my hot cum, and you never even told me your name. You absolute whore."

"I'm... sorry, sir."

"For what, bitch?"

You look into Carl's eyes and see nothing but lust and hatred. The combination completely overwhelms you. It's wildly different from the childish horniness that Alex gawped at you with. This was a man. A man who knows that you belong wrapped around his cock, living to service him, a vessel for his cum. He knows that your body was built to be his fucktoy. The way he looks at you makes the inner walls of your pussy twitch and spasm. You feel your moisture start to leak out. I don't care why she left, I'm just glad she did.

"I'm sorry for being such a slut for you. I can't resist your cock. I need it," you whisper through Carl's ****.

He slaps you across the face.

"I need it, sir," you correct yourself. "I need to be your slut."

He releases your throat.

"What's your name, bitch?"

You sink back down to your knees, and look up at the man who had taken you. The man who now completely owned you.

"Anything you want it to be, sir."

"Guys?" says Alex as he comes down the stairs. "What the fuck is this?"