“Good job Baby girl” he went to kiss her, but she turned her face away. This was met with a powerful slap. “Never turn away from me again” he ...ngrily growled at her as she snapped her head back to face him, “Good”. He went in for the kiss again this time she allowed it, his tongue gently explored the inside of her mouth until he pulled away. “Now here’s whats going to happen, your brother and I will spend the next two weeks fucking you, when we get back home you will probably be pregnant, your. If I even had a preferred type, at 13, Andi wasn't it, and I didn't particularly notice her, before the day of the "Behind Enemy Lines" exercise. You know the sort of thing? We were bused out, to a point on the moor, then given a map and compass. We then had to work out where we were on the map, and make our way to a rendezvous point. I was in a group of 5; myself and another lad, Andi and another girl, plus a 20-ish youth leader to make sure we didn't get into too much trouble.After a. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We were pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke up in the cages. She abused us... call it what it was, she tortured us. But we were going to take everything from her, hurt her, rape her, probably kill her.Who could blame her? But at least we always ate well. She was never cruel in that regard.She forces my face into her cunt and the scent, so exotic but so familiar to. I’m making lunch and dinner for the next week. Three dishes for each slot, with leftovers taken into account. I like to cook, but only in fits. I’d never do it every day, but twice a week and freeze till use is fine. A little less variety than some people like, but I haven’t had any complaints, and they make do on my day off, which with the takeout and delivery round these parts just makes my cooking that much more valued.”“How can I help?”“Roll out dough for the crust for my pot pie, then the.