And not just hit her but Punch her, right in the cunt. Sometimes she’d puke, others just cry. By about the eight or tenth time she was starting to ...well up, pretty bad. Some of the guys liked it; they said she was tighter with the swelling. (Later, probably the next day) She woke as a man just shoved himself balls deep into her already sore, swollen, well used cunt. It was the start of a long hard day of being used. At some point she came to the understanding that she was a party treat, for. You're right. We over-reactedand decided to give all the stuff we had on you back! You were reallynice about everything. I am sure this sounds crazy - maybe a littlesarcastic -- but I would like to think you had a somewhat pleasurableexperience being with us."Janice opened her handbag, took out a rolled-up sheath of papers.Handing them to Jack, she stated firmly, "I typed out everything wedid to you, the day we did it, and how you were dressed. A completesigned confession that you can take to. As we got closer to our destination, my heart began to race. I had never thought about doing this until tonight. We reached the stump which we had found a few nights prior to this special night. Hesitantly, I began to sit down. The damp bark of the stump began to dig into my legs as I sat there. My husband, Jack reached into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out a camera quickly and began to give me instructions. He had always been into taking pictures of me as well as being in control. The. Not if they were already meant for adults. He was thinking out loud.Clearly the men and most likely women as well would need to shopdiscretely, covertly."What?" Ms. Pennyworth asked when Mark spoke that word but not addinganything else."Sorry! I was just thinking about what you said," Mark answered andadded, "about the uniqueness that is. Uniqueness, in this case I suppose,would really translate to some amount of secrecy... as in covertness..."Mark paused realizing he wasn't sure his.