She shook her head. A ringing crack echoed through the room and she winced, her arse burning with the impact. “No, Sir.” Her reply came gutturally...“Good.”Veronica felt him move behind her as he pressed her back into the desk. She lay still until she felt something thick and insistent brush through the length of her aching pussy from clit to ass, splitting her lips and causing a small cascade of wetness to tickle its way down her skin. It felt so good, but she tried to resist. She struggled and. Impossiblefor both of them. Hasan lived in SaudiArabia and even if he did not, it was almostcertain that he could not convince an Israeli girl to go anywhere with himdespite his looks and money. Nevertheless, he wasn?t going to give up on a girlthis beautiful easily, so he followed her and listened to the bits ofconversation that were in English. He learned her first name and where she wasstudying. She was a foreign exchange student at the London School of Economicsand she was in her second. “Quiet. Why don't you and Scott go out and wait for us in the car.”Susie had no idea what Cathy had in mind, but she was accustomed to taking her older sister's lead. Cathy also hadn't explained why she'd told her to wear a button-down blouse rather than a t-shirt or polo shirt, which seemed like a very odd request at the time.When the women came outside ten minutes, Cathy slid into the front seat next to Scott, and Susie sat in the back next to Carl. “Let's hit the road,” Cathy said.The guys. She awoke startled by the sound of the smith opening the doors at the front of his forge in the morning and in daylight was horrified at the soiled state of her dress after lying asleep on the coke dust. She ran limping past the astonished blacksmith who stood open mouthed at the apparition that had emerged from the back of his yard. As soon as she was out of his sight she collapsed sobbing against a hedge at the side of the road and inspected the wound on the heel of her almost black left.