Would you like any help? Cheryl was tired from having driven the last two days to get here, and from unpacking a lot of it already. Sure Mike, she sai.... I dont have any packing tape, but I guess Danielle wont be moving far. Lets just get everything back in some boxes and see where we go from there. After that Cheryl repacked the clothes shed just unpacked, while Mike reboxed the computer and the blankets from the bed. Packing is always easier than unpacking, so even though forty-five minutes. "It's because you want to take my clit isn't it? Can I only save myself if I let you sever it?" I asked in a trembling voice."That is a very interesting proposition," she answered. "But your clit will be mine before this day is over. How did you think we would send you to the Gods? In an automobile?" She laughed wildly at her own joke."You said that you couldn't kill me," I sobbed."No one will take your life," Shasta answered clearly. "We will simply put you into the oven and if the Gods wish. “BITCH!” and another punch to my head. I saw stars again. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up “OPEN!” I did and now my panties were being shoved half way down my throat. “Roll her over.” Now lying on my stomach his hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading them. “I told you to shut the fuck up!”A tearing, burning sensation filled my body. Please let me pass out. One of the thickest cocks I have ever had in my ass was now ripping me in half. I was crying, tears, muffled screams coming from deep. I sat down on a large rock, and my hands spread out over the lingering warmth still in the depth of the stone. There was a scent in the air, and I looked up as Mary sat down beside me. She pulled the thin warmth of my shirt around her shoulders, and leant against me. I didn’t speak, and neither did she, for a time. ‘Weird being back home?’ I nodded, and put my arm around her shoulders, and she ducked under and nestled in closer. ‘Can’t quite get past Brad Pitt watching us in bed?’ I laughed at.