It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still held remnants of yesterday’s heat. The sidewalk felt raw on her feet. Organic, somehow. ...ll she had to do was navigate the broken glass and make it to her car. Her muscles were singing with the kind of ache that rides the border between sweet and painful. Her pussy and rim were battered and raw – taken and used beyond her natural resilience - while her panties were clean and dry, almost as crisp as the moment she’d pulled them on. I've just moved into this area and starting afresh,"Charlotte explained. She looked around and saw nobody in sight so asked,"Do I look better now?" If I hadn't known you before then I wouldn't be able to tell," reassuredMary. "You are ready for school. Do you start after half term?" Yes and I'm very nervous." Well you have nothing to worry about on your looks or behaviour. All youhave to worry about is moving to a new area. I moved a lot when I wasyoung and I was always worried, which was. Sadly I was not worth a ransom as I come from a very middle class family so they sent me to an auction holding to be sold. By the time I reached the holding area I was dirty and unkempt having had no washing facilities for several days. I was forced to strip and shoved into a wash area with three Somalian women to be washed and made presentable for the prospective buyers. All the women were naked and they put me under the showers and washed and debugged my hair. They were gentle and courteous. “I understand, but we can only have one person in to see him right now. Once he’s moved to a room, he can see a couple of people at a time.”I finally nodded and released Charlotte and we all returned to our seats to wait for word. She was gone for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was probably less than 20 minutes. When she came back, she was carrying a clear plastic bag with the tattered remains of the suit he’d been wearing at dinner.“They’re keeping him over-night at least. No.