.. It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up, but that morning ranked fai...ly high upon the list. The sun above seemed as cold, and harsh as the stiff breeze off of the water, yet its blinding rays of pale yellow light seemed far more offensive than the icy chill that cut through her Fall courier jacket as she rode her mountain bike recklessly down the front porch steps."I hate days like this," she muttered. Her breath was already coming in gasps. As I watched, her finger parted the delicate folds of her glistening pussy, spreading the outer lips to display the flower like wet inner lips. Her index and ring finger kept her open while her middle finger slowly slid deeply into her core. Her head snapped forward as she bottomed out and her lust hooded eyes locked onto me. She was in a world of her own as she brought her other hand down to join the probing digits between her thighs. One finger sought. He seemed delighted to have access to a sweet, young and polite submissive who was not aggressively dressed and could easily be taken for his daughter in restaurants. They ate excellent food and drank good wine in a very pleasant restaurant and afterwards they went back to his apartment. He actually had two rooms just for himself. This was more like it, a rich man. If he wanted to get off on thrashing her, she had put up with that from time to time with Alan and was sure she could accustom. "Sheba! No!" I yelled and reached for her, then twisted away in pain.Then I heard the pain filled Yowl Whoop as Sheba rolled away, strugglingto rise even as Corra jumped to her."Hold your," the order was drowned out by Dozens of Echoing Yowl Whoopsas the cemetery was suddenly filled with adult Gambichow's and theirbond mates."Oh shit," muttered an officer as he was chambering another round intohis rifle."You hurted my Sheba," cried Corra as her hand shot out toward him andhe disappeared."Anyone.