Her roped body still folded up. Her knees bound painfully to her neck, her arms still bound tight behind her back, suffering immensely both physically...and mentally, as he used her body, her mouth, as he wanted.Now she lay back on her side on the pallet. Carl kneeling behind her. His cock was jutting straight out of his jeans as he leaned over her scared and tired looking face. “My turn cunt! And I am going to fuck your pretty pussy. This lovely mound of flesh, just waiting to burst out through. ”I’d hoped that the news of my injury might derail her from asking about the brewing rivalry.“Percy Wilkes said some things on local TV that I see you picked up on. Do you think Lincoln really is irrelevant?”Talk about a loaded question.“That’s why we play these games. I’m sure we’ll find out tomorrow. What I do know is that we’ve worked hard to get to where we are and I know we will give it our all. Percy may be right. From looking at their game film, they are everything he has said they are.. I literally couldn't walk. My pussy just hurt, so I soaked it off in the hot tub. I fell asleep and woke up hours later to find someone dropped off chicken alfredo in the kitchen. My encounters over the next few days were pretty pedestrian - bored housewives and men wanting blowjobs or a quickie. They were all done way too fast but I'm a slut now so any sex is good sex, especially with a vibrator in my pussy keeping me horned up. Wednesday morning, I knew what was coming so I took the time to. The look he gave Sean when he drove past was not friendly. It sent shivers down Sean’s spine.He pulled into the driveway at Suzie’s house and came to a stop. He had no idea where to park his mother’s car. He sat there for a minute and then decided that he’d park next to Mrs. Emery’s car and hoped that her father had somewhere else to park. He got out and headed towards the door. Although he had been half tempted to leave the bouquet of flowers in the car, he was pretty sure that his mother.