“He still has a hard-on,” she pointed out. “It would be a shame to let that go to waste. But I’m too sore right now. Do you think you could do...something about it?” Sammy smiled seductively. She rose to her hands and knees, making sure he had a perfect view of her puffy pussy lips. She needed no words to encourage him. He quickly rose to his knees and approached from behind. He grabbed his burning rod and carefully lined it up with her slit. The tip tickled her lips, and she leaned back,. Lying her back down on the sad excuse for a bed pallet, he took inventory of her. Her face was dirty and bloodied on one side. It looked like old blood, but he wasn’t quite sure how old the blood was. She had bruises on her arms and he assumed she would have them on her legs as well. Anger fresh, consuming and scalding bubbled up inside him. He smiled grimly. Anger he knew all to well. Anger he could deal with. Anger at the MacPhearsons’ and his bastard cousin Alex. They had been beating her.. Although I’m sure it was difficult forher, she removed the vibrator from her clit and let mefinish. At the end of the pumping, when the suction hose of thebulb started sucking air, I tipped it up so thatgravity would allow the remainder of the cum to enterher pussy during the last pump. I shot a very smallamount of air into her at the end just to make sure thehose was empty and that all the cum had gotten in. Shejumped a little with that, but only because it wasunexpected. There…. I'm sorry, okay."My mother sighed, "you don't sound very sorry, but you will be. Go to the dining room. Remove your pants and underwear and lay over the table, you know the drill. I'm going to spank you myself for you lying and trying to blame Luke. Then I'm going to tell your father."I know that complaining about it would only make it worse, so I just headed off to the dining room. I took off my pants and underwear, leaving them on the floor. I went over to the table, facing it and leaned over.