In fact, you were ready for my cock to enter your pussy when you came before, your first, intense orgasm of our loving relationship. And in the afterm...th, when your pussy was still trembling, and you were having occasional aftershocks, you were open, wanting to be filled, even a little disappointed that I hadn't taken you at that very moment. But I had wanted to wait, wanted to postpone that wonderful moment of entry, wanted to savor the joys of what had just happened, wanted to develop a. I'd stopped crying, cause I really thought he was going to kill me. I got apathetic. He gave me a lot of blows before he let go of my scarf and stopped.He untied me, I had ligature marks on my wrists and ancles. I turned back and could see a lot of blood red stripes on my butt and legs :o My black stayups was all ripped to shreds. He'd beaten me up so bad?! My eyes was red from all the crying and my makeup was a mess. He picked up the phone and filmed my whole shivering body. I slowly got up on. We buzz around doing some jumps, and other tricks. After about 30 minutes I see Mr. Wilson and Johnny have arrived, and already set up on one of the pi-nic tables filming us already. Jamie showed up a bit later as well, and started riding with us. After about annother 30 minute show, I decide that's surley enough skatin for Johnny's video. I tell Dustin and Jamie to follow me to the bath house, and give Mr. Wilson and Johnny a motion to follow us up. As we approach the doorway, I tell Dustin. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me! I whipped my head so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with fear, I instinctively stood up. ‘I couldn’t run back home, what if he.