Her limbs were splayed out awkwardly. Her clothes were filthy and ripped and had been tossed over her naked body, but Olive was still too bruised and ...hocked to tidy herself up.It took a while for her body to recover from the immediate pain. But recover she always did. This wasn't the first time she'd been raped. Nor was it the first time she'd been robbed. But the timing could hardly be worse. The Fat Cunt Ozzibanjo would be coming round any day now for his dosh and Olive already owed two. Mrs. 'Nosy-Parker' Carey was claiming to have seen me having it away on the doorstep, either she was making it up or she saw a couple snogging on our doorstep and assumed I was the female. I really didn't think it likely that anyone would stand on a stranger's doorstep to get their jollies though. I looked at my father ready to tell him my thoughts in the matter and I saw him gazing off into the distance grinning, whatever it was he was thinking about pleased him and I wondered what it. But it also wasn't as rundown as I had feared. A nice dive is how I'd describe it. A large lighted white sign surrounded by bright red, Adelita's Bar with cacti as the background. Below a garish blue light ran the length of the sign. On it was a woman holding a rifle. Now you might be wondering why a woman with a rifle. It seems that during the Mexican revolution women accompanied the men on their campaign. The women came to be called Adelita's. I guess they were the Florence Nightingale's of. “You’re going to come in my mouth, damit. I need to get you all in.”“Use your hands on the lower shaft and just suck on the top. It works just as good and you can pump with your fist better than your neck.”She tried it. “Like that?”“Oh yeah, Lady, just like that.”Of course, that let her move her ass within range of my mouth. I dove into her hot steamy cunt with my tongue and returned the favors she had been bestowing on me for the last 30 minutes or so. I immediately noticed something.