My face was in his crotch and he demanded “Suck it” shoving his cock as deep as it would go down my throat. He said “if I bite him he will cut ...e up into little pieces and use me for fish food”. Then he laughed at me gagging on his cock as my body went into convulsions. He pulled me back off his cock then rammed it back in pumping me as hard as he could, my lips and face were sore from his hips smashing into my face. Without warning loads of cum shot into my mouth and was running down my. . er ... no. Of course I am worried.” I managed not to grab Col’s hand. “I’m just thinking that if Lili’s mum knows how worried I am she might push a bit harder with my mother.”Col subsided back into her seat. “Oh.”That afternoon, we sat round the table at Lili’s house working on our homework until Mrs Wiśniewski arrived home. It was Wednesday, early closing day, so Mutti Frida would have gone home at lunchtime and we’d be walking home alone.After a while, Mrs Wiśniewski came into the kitchen. The only thing that I love more than driving is driving fast and the only thing that I love more than driving fast is winning. (Actually, there are lots of things that I love more than driving fast, more than winning, but, again, for the purposes of the story, it reads better when I write it that way.) Unfortunately, there are not many opportunities to drive fast, relatively safely, without causing an accident or eliciting the attention of the police and getting a speeding or a driving to. ”“Right,” I muttered. “But...where do all journey whom seek knowledge to important questions?”Rebbecca cocked her head. “What are you talking about?”“Something important,” I said as I stood up.“Well, get dressed.” Rebbecca opened up my chest of drawers and pulled out my travel vestments. They were a simple, white gown that covered most of my flesh. It was the opposite of temple garb, but the outside world had weather and cold. And men. They did not deserve to see my flesh. There was a tan.