Surely if he was angry with her to the point of wanting treatment he wouldn't be having sex with her straight afterwards.Also his reaction, and her ex...lanation of what had happened at Peter's party also didn't sit well with me. I couldn't help but think that not everyone was telling the truth.Unless there is a trigger for behaviour, and a willingness for the offender to reform their ways, any kind of treatment, although profitable for me, is pointless. It was this information I was going to. So, on the day I had photographed her mother, knowing that Louisa had gone out with Sophie to keep her away, I took the opportunity to visit and closely examine Louisa's bedroom and dressing-room. Both rooms had inner baize-covered doors so that when the outer doors were locked nothing could be heard within; but above the inner door of the dressing-room was a timbre, as the French would call it, a sort of bell that only gives one response when pulled. There was on each side of the window of the. I pulled the bike behind the truck and started walking towards the truck when low and behold out stepped the girl from the bar. Well next came her boyfriend wanting to know what the hell I wanted, I just told him I had stopped to see if I could help, and with that he began to cussing and raising hell. The girl tried to calm him down and he pushed her and told her to get in the truck. She stepped back from him and with that he grabbed her by the arm and started to take a swing at her, that was. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me, fuck me.” With the words just crossing my lips I feel your penis sliding completely into me. Not slow and tender but holding my hips and pushing all the way in until I feel your hips pressing against my bottom. A sting spreads from my sore bottom up to my brain causing me to whimper. Your fingers squeezing my hips tightly and pulling me back onto your penis. Each time that you are completely in me the air escapes from my lips in a broken purr. My.