" He raises up to his knees, but his eyes remain downcast. I slap his face hard and say, "Slave, I order you to look into my eyes." He raises his eyes... I do not see hope. I see only despair. But I also see that he may be under the influence of some drug. If so, this could complicate things, but it might just be that he's mentally dulled due to the abuse he has received. It may take a while for whatever it might be to clear from his system, Maybe longer than one night. If I fail, I intend to. She remembered her catty comments earlier and how he'd told her she'd pay for that.Jenny gulped inwardly. His kneading of her tits went on relentlessly, despite her obvious pain and discomfort. Richie kept the camera rolling, his limpness perking up again and Jenny knew that before she left, Richie and probably Omar would want seconds. She'd resigned herself to the fact that she would, once again, be subjected to further unwanted intimacy and humiliation.The creep removed his tool from her and. Becoming a widow at 22 could have killed her spirit, but instead she was the strongest lady I had ever met.I told Sandy everything of course. After all, she had been my confidant long before Gina came along and I still trusted her opinion and loved how she did not treat me like a c***d despite our age difference. She was very excited for me. She never made it to gigs because of the k**, but she had started taking Tae Kwan Do lessons at the same dojo where Gina studied. Gina and Sandy hung out. ”“Will you tell me where we’re going?”“In due time. It’s the start of Spring Break. We can afford to get away for a few days to recharge and then hit the rest of the term running.”“We’re not taking your SAAB are we?”“Are you up for a drive?”“Depends where.”“Route 11 south.”Martin sat in the passenger seat as Irene piloted her Prius. “Okay,” she said, “enough suspense. Where are we headed?”“First stop is Syracuse. We’ll spend the night at the Airport Inn.” He opened his courier case. “We have an.