Please stop. Just dont move," I beg as he freezes partially inside me."I told you," he says as he kisses my cheek, my jaw, my lips; his kisses soft as...urances that the pain will soon be over. I feel the pain start to fade as desire kicks in, the feeling of him in me turning to a sweet ache. A desire for more."It's okay. You can move again," I breathe as he lightly thrust deeper, the sweet ache turning into a burning one. I moan and wrap my legs around his hips as he builds up his tempo, pushing. “Just tasting you,” she answered.“That is so fucking hot Donna.”A few more strokes with her hand, coated with his pre-cum, sliding the length of his shaft caused it to start to throb in her hand as if it had a life of its own. She could feel every pulse as her fingers slid up and down.“Oh fuck, Donna,” he called to her. “That’s so fucking good I’m going to cum!”Pumping her hand even harder, it took only fifteen seconds before a torrent of white fluid shot straight up out of his cock and landed. Then, “I think she died.”“Drugs?” I asked.“No I don’t think so. I think she was beaten up by her boyfriend and didn’t survive. It made the papers, he was sentenced to life, minimum twenty-five years. There was talk that he only just missed being hung for it.“You could try the Manchester Evening News: it’ll be in their archives. You came to me in ‘65 aged four, and you’d been fostered somewhere else in the meantime. Try going backwards from March or April 1965. Big job.”“I’ll do that, Mum, and. She then turned and went into the office after her boss.Fired? She thought, ten minutes later as she left the office. She was fired, because of some weird decision at the head office. She was let go, they were sorry of course and she would get her 2 week severance pay, he was so sorry he said. Sorry? They fired her over some stupid choice. This day had started out so nice and now, now she had no idea what she was going to do. She was qualified for many positions; she could always waitress again.