We were simply devastated when we heard the news. Clare dropped the phone and screamed. I attempted to make sense of what a distraught Ray was trying ...o tell me. A hit and run driver had knocked Francesca down and she was in a coma. She had already lost the baby and the doctors had warned Ray that her condition was such that he should expect the worst. By the time Clare and I got to the hospital, she was already dead.The next few months were utter hell with anger, misery and despair ever. She was roughly shoved down on it, and she cried out in fear once more. For her efforts, she received a hard slap to her ass cheeks and heard his hiss, "Shut up"She was pushed down on her stomach, his knee in the middle of her back holding her fast. Her hands were tied to the ornate headboard with the ruined T-shirt, so she could not pull out of it, and she was hauled up to her elbows and knees. She was crying silently as the man's hands touched all of her private areas, without any regard for. Put your fingers between your legs and rub your clit. Tell me if you’re wet”.She knew he had her. She had passed the point of no return, she would obey him. She moved the material aside, parted her thighs, slipped her fingers into her slit, she was so fucking wet. Her fingertips caressed the bud of her clit, the sensation was immediate. So fucking turned on. She rubbed in small circles, every stroked bringing things closer, it felt dirty an obscene act, slutty behaviour.She texted Bill and told. She shook and shuddered and I just lapped up the juices. I sunk 2 fingers into her pussy and rubbed them on her lips (On her face). I kissed her tasting her pussy still. Amy pushed me till my back was on the couch. She took my rock hard cock in her hand and stroked it. Before she could put it in her mouth I stopped her. “Lets take this upstairs.” I suggested with a smile. Amy complied by taking my hand and leading me upstairs to my room. The door was open as we walked in to see Trish on my bed.