(the Owner joined in with this, but he wore boxing gloves so he could really get involved - energetically working up a sweat and using the fucking cun... like a punch-bag, he particularly loved smashing the young whore’s pathetic young face in – by doing this he was really able to feel how much he really hated and despised the huge-titted thirteen-year-old fucking whore. Yeah mate, give it one for me - punch it really hard, right in its fucking whore face!)a flat, square electric heating plate. The thing was Derek wasn't trying to force her. She racked her memorybut she couldn't think of any time when a change was insisted on as theprice of keeping him around or having him do something. He was justbeing the kind of man he knew how to be and she hadn't been forced tobe anything else, but what she had allowed herself to be. She looked atthe way Derek treated her and realized that in many ways, Derek waslike the way Jenny had been before the Shift. That was what hadattracted her to. Her head fell back onto the pillow, and she wasimmediately reminded of her burning bottom as the cool cotton rubbed roughlyagainst it. But when Eric climbed over her, she no longer felt the slightburning pain of her backside, but the flood of juices to her aching pussy.Opening her legs as he knelt between them, she raised her hips, invitinghim. Angling his cock, he slipped slowly inside of her, then, pulled outtill just the tip remained, he plunged back in. She cried out and droppedher head. I did as She asked I started the car, turned off the overhead light in the car. The garage light went off, a second later the driveway light went off, there I sat in the dark. I saw a shadow coming out of the garage, Sarah still dressed in the lingerie got into the car to take me home. I stared at her for a time, she looked back at me and with those unspoken words we leaned towards each other for a kiss. She broke the kiss told me to sit in the seat proper turned on the headlights backing out.