" I just hope she's not a bitch," Jill worried.While in the kitchen several weeks prior, Joyce had overheard Jeff and his accountant discussing charit...ble contributions. She had immediately thought of new vehicles for the Sheriff's Department. Knowing that her husband was adamantly against giving to large charities, since, in his opinion, far too much of the donated money went to "overhead," she stood listening as the two men continued their discussion."Why should we give to a supposed charity. Sarah stops struggling realising she's beat, and tries to catch her breath."Pleeease...! What do you want with me?!" Asks Sarah in a fearful tone."Oh you'll find out," replies Mandy, "I know your type the minute you walked in here, your just a silly slut who needs to be taught a lesson!" What? I'm not a slut, let me go please!" Sarah responds."Don't lie, your nothing but a slut, a pathetic slut at that! But I see potential in you, I can make you the greatest slut yet!" She chuckles."I'm not a. “Please…. It hurts its to big…”I felt him pulling out, feeling a small rush of relief, but squealed as he pushed back in slowly. “Sky, please!” He froze and said “Who are you calling Sky, slut? I was going to go easy on you this first time but since you seem to have forgotten who's in charge here, maybe I shouldn’t!”I didn’t even have a moment to protest; he starting pounding into me. With each thrust i gasped, but soon the gasps of pain turned to moans of pleasure as the pain began to leave. " She called it.We were sitting on the large couch in the living room when he got home. Marti looked manish compared to me, what with her Levi's, flannel shirt,high-top Keds, and no make-up."Martha! I'm home." He called out."In here Daddy. We're in the living room."Pastor Benjamin strutted in like he was the King of Kings ... Allpreacher-looking in his white suit. He casually threw his wallet andcar keys on the coffee table. When he saw me he was a little takenaback. When he saw us.