I tried to warn her about this boy, but she just wouldn't listen. She's in her room." I nodded and walked hesitantly to see her.I opened the door to f...nd MP lying on the bed face down, crying her eyes out. I sat on the bed putting my hand on her shoulder. I didn't say a word. MP looked up and cried even harder. I pulled her up, put my arms around her and pushed her head down to my chest. She tried to speak between sobs. "Oh ... Jeremy ... I should ... have listened ... to ... my ... mother. I'm. He clarified a lot of things." So?" Cassie's aggression continued."What's up with you, Cassie?" retorted Cheryl. "Why so nowty?" I don't particularly want to hear of him worming his way into your friendship, that's all." Well, if you're going to be so bitchy, I'm going home." OK, OK!" sighed Cassie with exaggerated patience. "How did it go?" Very well." Cheryl stopped and drank some coffee."That it?" asked a now inquisitive Cassie."Depends on whether you want to hear some home truths." I don't. .or I'll shove this blade into your virgin cunt to the hilt.", at which her sobs catch in her throat and >become an animal like moan of fear.Letting go her bound hands, he sets his dagger aside, removes his cloak and walks slowly around her, inspecting every inch of her. The girl now feeling not only her sheer terror but also the humiliation as well lowers her eyes and stares at the floor as he continues to inspect her. Her breath ragged, her face stinging and bruised from Guthrie's vicious. It’s a short pencil skirt with a slit down the side. It perfectly shows the shape of her long, tanned thigh. She wore a hot pink thong this morning; it darkens perfectly when she’s turned on, creating an unmissable damp patch. “Bring them to me, girl. Oh yes.” He inhales, loudly. “I do love that filthy smell, Lara. We don’t need any more proof of your ownership, do we girl?” “No, Sir. I’m your whore, Sir.” “Yes, yes.” He chuckles and I hear my wife’s moan, familiar to my ears, before a wet,.