He looked over at Ian and grinned."Bet that got your cock hard," Ian knew it was Carol without looking. "Got his wife with him so you're not getting a...y cock tonight."Ian spun around, "Oh why don't you fuck off, you lesbo." As soon as he said he regretted it, not that he hadn't meant it but it was loud and their colleagues had heard it. Carol was fuming, her face red. "You'll pay for that, sissy," and she stormed off.That was the night finished for Ian. He couldn't get his mind back off what. Please stop.” I flog her some more. Her bum is red roar, I single drip of blood runs down the crack of her backside. I walk over to her, my chest against her back, my lips to her ear “I’m going to **** you, now, bitch.” I say. With that I kick apart her legs, take my cock in my hands and insert it into her surprisingly moist pussy. Every inch inside her she begins to sob. I fuck her deep and hard. It’s liberating fucking a woman without the pressure of making sure she cum’s I think to. She seemed to have recovered completely from her shame in the living room as soon as she was out of sight of Mr. Smith. She started looking round the bathroom, investigating the contents of Birch’s bathroom cabinet, picking up bottles at random and examining the contents. “Of course I don’t want to do it.” She snatched a bottle of shower gel out of Kayleigh’s hands. “Don’t mess with his stuff, he’ll get mad.” “Think I care? It’s you he’ll get mad at, not me,” she said dismissively, as she. “Like some kind of mail-order bride kind of thing?” Irene shrugged and they resumed their searches.A couple weeks later they were sipping coffee at a nearby McDonalds at an outdoor table. “What are we going to do, mom?”Irene looked her daughter in the eyes, “I’m not sure, honey. I think we have to get out.”“Out of the shelter? We need a place to live and for that we need jobs.”“I don’t mean just out of the shelter. I mean out of this city, away from the memories, away from everything.