Or tossed into a canal to float with the turds and ancient rusted shopping trolleys. Or thrown out of the top-floor window of a tower block.She was a ...urvivor.But survival in South London so far from her manor was no picnic when she had nowhere to stay. The only cash she had was what she got from giving blowjobs and by trading what she'd managed to salvage from bins or nick from shops.It took Olive a few moments to work out where she was when she'd opened her eyes after her sweet dreams of. ‘Now, good girl,’ she said, trying to keep the arousal out of her voice, ‘I want you to open your sleepy eyes, still staying very deep in this obedient trance.’ She watched as Serena slowly complied, gazing at her with a glassy, unfocused stare. ‘That’s my good girl,’ she said. ‘You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?’ ‘…yes,’ Serena whimpered, her hands twitching as though desperate to finger herself. ‘So turned on…’ ‘You can’t resist me, can you?’ Ivy asked, remembering the same words. I didn't feel like driving, so I just climbed into the passenger seat of 29's squad car while 28 climbed into the back. 29 sped the entire way to Parkland, sirens blaring; there were some nice perks to having your very own police bodyguards. We got off the freeway at Steele Street, drove about a mile-and-a-half and reached Washington High School.Students barely gave me any looks as I marched through the halls escorted by two sluttily-dressed cops. They must be used to seeing the bodyguards. It doesn't take her long to come; she must have been wound up. I'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her come down, and she growls at me, "Don't stop!" OK, that's different, but I don't argue and take up fucking her again.She hardly seems to have stopped coming before she's coming again. That's fucking hot, hot enough I don't think I'm going to be long before I join her. This time I don't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my orgasm..