“Yes please!”But just at that point we both heard footsteps in the yard. She turned her head and grimaced at me, and we both silently laughed and...lay quite still. The footsteps passed by and disappeared. We lay quiet in case they returned, and after a few minutes they did and passed right by the food room. “Just the farmer checking everything is OK” she reassured me. “He won’t be back tonight”.We had lost a little momentum, but she resumed her position, raising her hips even more and. He shoved it in halfway and again she moaned. He worked it a little gen sunk it all in, she gasped and smiled and said oh my god, I don't thing she was expecting that. But he just started fucking her hard. She kept saying 'yes' and he pounded her. He would ask her if she's his slut, she would say yes. Then ask if she likes being used by groups of guys. Again she'd say yes. He then told her we were using her as a cumdump and she is there for us to use, and she said ok. He then asked if she. I climbed inside and she started it up. The drive home was just as tense as the ride down. I tried to make myself as small as I could in the seat and played out fantasies of crawling in a very deep and dark hole for awhile. Forty or fifty years would be just about right. She pulled into her driveway and killed the engine. I was ready to get out and flee to the relative safety of my house when she put her hand on my arm. I turned slowly to look in her direction, avoiding her eyes. ‘I want to. Even though I could bail on him tomorrow, take this expensive outfit for free, and laugh at him for it all I want. Yesterday, I would have.Fuck, Kelly thought, frowning. What changed? Why is everything all so different now, getting so complicated...“Um, uh, what is it it?” Stephanie asked, crawling across the bed so she could get a closer look.“It’s... a costume that he’d bought for his ex,” Kelly explained, carefully passing her the box.“It was gonna be a surprise for her, it’s a gothic lolita.