’ ‘You DON’T want to do that!!! She splashes! I know because I had to help drain three of the flooded halls.’ Came the voice. ‘As to his int...rest, it can be better explained here when you see what Marcus Fisher is being asked to assist with.’ ‘So, basically what’s going on is this ‘Remaker’ is trying to butter me up into taking this…. whatever?’ Marcus said at the near desperation that such actions indicated. ‘And anyway call me Mark, PLEASE?’ ‘Very well…Mark.’ Said the voice. ‘IF no one in. I tried to ward him off, but several hard slaps and punches to my tits made that useless and I tried to keep from chocking as he banged away at me. Soon he pulled out again and pulled me up off the floor, led me by my hair into the bedroom and throwing me on the bed, climbed in and spread my legs apart after he finished taking off my panties. He hiked my dress up and moved in and took hold of his cock and rammed it into my cunt. "Beg for it whore" he demanded, "Beg for my fuckin' cock bitch". He kept going, though he could feel his legs starting to die already.He went round the bend and came to a road off on the left. He’d better check. He stopped and pulled out his phone to call Grace. After a few rings there was the sound of rushing air and a faint “Hi” - her phone in the fancy handlebar mount that both the girls had, but not him or Paul which was why he’d had to stop to phone, and fall completely behind.“WHERE ARE YOU?” he shouted into his phone, so she’d hear above the. She was wearing the tightest little shorts I had ever seen, and her shirt looked a few sized too small."Do you know where she is?" she asked."No," I told her as I appraoched her, "I was hoping you could tell me," I stood close to her, reaching down and putting my hand on her tightly covered ass. "I haven't seen her since last night..."She froze as I squeezed her ass."I don't know," she stammered.My cock was growing hard as I walked behind her, looking at her tight ass held snuggly by her.