.Maine observe karne ke liye ki koi dekh to nahi raha apne aas paas dekha par wo sab mast the.. To maine apna haath uski jaangh se uski skirt ke andar...ko ghusaya to usne pakad liya aur meri taraf dekhkar aankho ke ishaare se mana kar diya..Par maine kaha kuch nahi hoga aur apna haath uski panty se upar se uski chut par rakh diya.. Uski chut ekdum gili ho chuki thi isi wajha se uski panty ekdum gili thi.. Maine uski panty ke andar bhi haath daal diya aur uski chut ke daane ko ragadne laga.. Ek. . natural. When it was forced at least thenshe had freedom to hate the guards. When it wasn't forced, she could onlyhate herself. And why did she masturbate when she was giving oral?She felt a growing sense of hate. Impotent rage. Even for those whodidn't participate in the rapes. And the unforced ... whatever that was.She felt helpless.She found it profoundly disturbing when she climaxed during the rapes.Crying did not help. It only made it difficult to breathe when one ofthem raped her. We were on the curves, her head swiveled around, looking over one shoulder and then twisting her head, gazing over the other, checking on me. She dug in hard, speeding up, running with a frenzy.Ah, there is it is, panic, that wild-eyed desperate gaze over her shoulder, as she tried to shake me. I imagined I could smell her fear, maybe I did, or perhaps I sensed it. Could be, she was one of the sick-o’s that loved the thought of being molested, and I smelled her thick lube building between her. “Today turned out to be real shitty.”“I know where that is,” he says. “And yeah, you’re right it has become a shitty day.”“The rain?” she asks.He shakes his head. “That I can deal with, it’s work that’s a pain in the ass.”“Boss troubles?”“I am the boss,” he chuckles.“I know that feeling,” she says. “I used to run my own company, took too much out of me. So I went back to working for someone.”“I never liked making someone else money,” he remarks. “So how long have you been walking anyway?”“Quite.