Offering words of comfort. Trying to make me feel better. He didn’t know how I felt. No one could. No one had just had their whole future ripped fro... them. No one. And someone had to be to blame.“This is Christine’s fault. She could have stopped them. She—”“That’s enough!” said Will, with more angry authority in his voice than I’d ever heard. “This isn’t Christine’s fault. She’s just watched her only daughter die, just a few years after watching her husband die. She is suffering enough with you. ”She watched me closely as she slowly figured out the best way to reveal this long-held secret. The previous ones about my step-dad had been quite enough, thank you. What the hell would this be?I got impatient, “How long are you going to keep me in suspense.”“You weren’t the first guy to fuck me like you thought.”Oh! That stopped me in my tracks, “I wasn’t? Who was? I didn’t think it was my step-father and his friend.”“Well, they had sex with me after you did, but they weren’t the very first.. Then she saw the cane come down frombetween her Mistress's legs and splat directly into her spread pussy,cunt-slime spraying out from the blow as the agony took her breath away,stopping her screams and her sobs. Again and again the cane struck hercunt, smashing into her clit and cunt-meat, sending the juices splatteringacross the garage, sending the burning agony into the background to be replacedwith the more immediate, more brutal torture.?Elizabeth gurgledinto her gag, her mind overwhelmed;. So, we set up shop in McElroy Auditorium, which was on the ground of some cattle congress bullshit, oh and trust me, with what i am gonna tell you, a lot of beefsteak was shared. So, we rocked the place out. During one of the Ministry's hit songs, as i was rocking to the instrumental, there was this hot looking girl who wore these sexy black fishnet ripped stockings, with a punk schoolgirl skirt, with a dark pink rocker corset top, and goth rebel boots. She lifted her top and she flashed me on.