At that very moment, however, she felt a hand sliding up her thighs from beneath the table, manipulating her exposed clit and probing her dripping sex... The sudden burst of sensation competed for attention with the slashing agony in her ass, but soon they worked in studied counterpoint; a one-two cadence of pain and pleasure as Halbarad’s belt snapped against her bruised flesh and someone else’s fingers plunged into her sodden channel.She was openly crying now, sobbing as pain spread through her. Someone more handsome, someone a bit more established in their life and in society. She wandered around the party, glass of champagne in one hand and a glittery clutch in the other. Her mother had given her a dress specifically for this party. A sparkling pink, knee-length dress that plunged at the chest and easily swung around her hips with each step she took. It was a perfect dress for the evening, but Rose felt that it was completely wasted. She hadn’t had a single conversation the entire. "The cop was nodding his head in understanding and said, "Then I hope you have learned a lesson this week?" Oh! I did!" Sandra agreed with him, although the things she had learned, weren't the things he probably referred to."Here we are," the cop said while he opened a door. He let Sandra get past him, and then he said, "Just take a seat and somebody will be right with you."Sandra turned around, because she wanted to ask him why he had brought her to an interrogation room, but he had already. So I kept on seducing her, which was an easy task, I could tell she was a horny unstatisfied woman, like many women married to white males. So one late evening, I called her to my office. I waited inside, in front of the door, and told her to shut the door. She did. Then I told her to get on her knees, she did not understand at first, so I said it again. She obeyed, and then looked at me in the eyes while on her knees as I said "Go on" And as soon as I said that, she unzipped my pants and put.